Stolen Bond Novels & Stories

Like a fool. " So, when will her family be coming? Are you ready to receive them?" " Only her twin sister will come." " A twin sister?" Asked Dylan, surprised. " Yes, a twin sister. Two Diamond Crunchers with the same face, under my roof... I'm truly cursed, my dear friend." His friend said nothing. He heaved a dejected sigh as he emptied his glass again, turning back to the window as if hoping to see the solution to his problems coming from afar...

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

Before I ruined his sister. He sees right through me. Or maybe it’s our wolf connection, the bond stronger while we’re in this form. The pack circles, nostrils flaring. Eight pairs of eyes reflect lunar gold. My claws scratch at the rock beneath my paws. Focus on the real threat. Liam doesn't blink. This reeks of Blackwood tricks. My tail lashes. The rogue went east. Take the pack and circle the lake. A beat. Two. His ear flicks in reluctant obedience before vanishing into the pines.

Countless scornful looks fell upon me, and my body stiffened. The words I had strung together were lodged fast in my throat. All I wanted was to retrieve my belongings. All I wanted was to say goodbye. "What are you doing here?" Before I had time to recover, Ivor emerged from the villa holding a stuffed toy. It was our token of love from when we were 18. On the day of our engagement, it went missing. I thought it was gone forever.

Enduring the throbbing pain in her face, she calmly continued tearing through his psychological defenses. "Your second mistake lies in overestimating the loyalty of the men working for you." She jutted her chin toward the main doors. Though she couldn't see them, she knew Carlton must have hired a couple of thugs to keep watch. "You demanded ten million dollars in bearer bonds. These bonds don't need a password, so whoever holds them can cash them out on the black market. That makes them the equivalent of ten million dollars in untraceable cash." Looking at Carlton, Avery curled her lips into a cold smile.

"Yes. Well, I kept it neatly tucked away in a corner of the house so the other staff wouldn't see it when I go clean other rooms. When he rushed back to find it, I handed it directly to him." "Geez Eleanor, but that doesn't explain the ten thousand dollars" My heaven will be view once because of this lie. "You won't believe it. He pulled me into a massive hug, practically cried, and couldn't stop saying thank you." "Fuck... that's insane. A lost bond could destroy a deal." "Exactly. So, as a thank-you for returning his ten-million-dollar bond, he sent a one-hundred-thousand-dollar appreciation f*e directly to me."Silence stretches over the line. Oh, heaven. Please believe me, Roland.

She was running from a family that had buried a registered bond. “That is not legal,” Talia says. She says it quietly but with the flatness of someone arriving at a conclusion they should have reached sooner. “Burying a registered mate bond is not a governance irregularity. It is a criminal falsification under eastern territories law.” “Yes,” Sera says. “It is.” Rael is looking at the table.

“Not then. Not now. If I forgot that, then the bond would not be worth saving.” The crater of red-black light in the bond-landscape shuddered. One of the black veins running from it into the office memory split and peeled away like dead bark. For the first time since it fell into the witness path, the black heart looked less like an eye and more like what it truly was: a stolen mechanism trying to survive in a place where nothing had been built for theft to thrive.

I thought that after this incident, he might finally learn his lesson and stop pulling this kind of stunt. Unexpectedly, another delivery showed up outside my door that evening. I took it downstairs and tossed it into the trash along with the garbage from my apartment. When I came back upstairs, Derek was once again standing outside my door arguing with a delivery driver. The moment he saw me, he pointed a finger in my direction. "Was it you who stole my food? You pathetic freeloader. I caught you once at lunchtime, and now you've got the nerve to steal it again tonight?"

"I can't. I've used all my severances. I can only look. See what's there. Tell you the truth about what I see. Nothing more. I promise." She searched my face for the lie, for any sign of deception. Then, slowly, reluctantly, she nodded. I opened my bond-sight. The world shifted. Colors bled into threads of light. And there—wrapped around Elena like chains—was the bond. Gold. Thick. Pulsing. But wrong. "Oh no," I breathed. "What?" Reeves demanded. I stared in horror. The bond wasn't just false. It was parasitic. Feeding on Elena's life force, draining her, making her dependent while it killed her.