The First Binding Novels & Stories

Hello readers! How are you all Dear Readers, Thank you for joining me on this journey through Separate Ways: Bound to Be One. This story was born from a fascination with duality — the constant tug between fate and choice, light and shadow, loyalty and betrayal. In crafting the lives of Reese Taylor and James Anderson, I wanted to explore how two people from seemingly different worlds can find themselves bound by something far deeper than coincidence.

The walls of the dungeon were cold and damp. The air itself seemed to cling to the skin like a heavy veil of misery and despair. And in that place of shadows where silence felt like the language of death itself, Stefano had kept her, bound and trembling, her wrists chafed raw against the iron restraints that anchored her to the chair that had long ceased to be just a chair but an altar upon which his wrath was worshipped.

They both were. They all were. Suki sighed, “Okay. Three…” The men positioned themselves at her neck. “…Two…” They both summoned their fangs. With a hitched breath, she exhaled, “…One.” Their mouths landed on her neck, and they clamped down hard. Suki’s eyes widened, and she let out an audibly loud gasp as the pain of immense binding magic surged through her.

“Okay…” I bore out my fangs, “Don’t be afraid.” She nodded, “It’ll sting but it won’t hurt as long as you accept it.” She nodded her head again, “Wrap your arms around me.” She brought her hands up, slid them against my chest, slowly sliding them up and then wrapped them around my neck. “Ready?” I asked and she nodded. I smiled to reassure her that everything was going to be fine. Then I took a deep breath and bit the back of her neck, sliding my fangs deep into her skin, into her veins, to leave a permanent mark of bonding.

“It’ll be a glorious threesome and in fact, we’ll tear her into shreds, I can’t imagine someone as pretty as this would be acting so stubborn, what’s there in playing according to the rules, now she’ll still be fucked by force,” I couldn’t understand where this whole talk was heading till I listened to the last words of the first man. There was only one person who always made me understand that I’ve got to play by rules, and unfortunately, that man attacked me at the bar the other day. I was so surprised when he took off the clothes he used in tying my eyes. It was so painful that I had to scream out. “Ouch!” I yelled and turned to see him. “You must be out of your mind!!”

Yes, it happened but I don’t even have a reaction, it’s like my feelings had gone numb with my entire body. I hear footsteps echo in the dark before light floods the entire place and I see where I am being held. It looks more like a dungeon, chains sticking out of the walls, with the scent of death dancing around the air. It was hard to believe a place like this existed on the boat but what stood out was why my father had the need for chains. It’s only when I look down that I realize I am in one of the chains. My hands are bound over my head and my feet clamped with a big rusting chain. All my body is spared with is a flimsy clothe that does very little to hide my features.

I again brought her hand to my lips and gave another slow but sensuous kiss on her palm. " Behave yourself Sahil... " she said in a low trembling voice. " What am I doing?? " " Leave my hand... " she whispered and glared. " No... forget it. I married you and according to the vows, I am not supposed to leave your hand till I am alive. I did that mistake once, but I am not going to repeat it. " I whispered near her ear. She literally shook with reaction. Oh, God !! I was dying to take her in my arms and make her mine forever.

Thick with legal jargon, clauses about public appearances, social obligations, maintaining the facade of a real marriage. Nina sank onto her destroyed couch, the contract heavy in her hands. Forty-eight hours to decide if she'd marry a stranger. Forty-eight hours to decide if she'd trade her freedom for survival. Forty-eight hours before David Hale made his move and everyone she loved became a target.

Seraya’s POV One of the elders turned to me. “Now you will repeat after me,” he said. I nodded slowly, licking my dry lips. He began to speak the binding words. “As the Luna of this pack and your mate, I come to stand by you and protect you and this pack, doing everything possible to make sure I provide you with my sustenance and my body, and to you, I bind myself.” My body? My sustenance? Bind myself to him? That sounded like way too much and I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want to give him anything. He deserves nothing from me. .

he asked. "Layered binding. The outermost layer was relatively simple—trauma-based suppression, possibly developed naturally in response to extreme stress. But beneath that—" She pointed to the way the dust seemed to shift and stratify in the vial. "Four separate deliberate bindings, each placed at different ages. The innermost is the oldest. Placed when she was an infant." "Placed by whom?"