The Ties That Bind Us Novel Novels & Stories

Instead, I took out the jar of paper stars. "What is this?" he asked, perplexed. "99 paper stars. I finished them." Zachary faltered. "Are we already at 99?" "Are you still going to leave?" My pleading did nothing to soften his heart. "Evie, Sienna lost her memory. I can't just leave her. You understand, don't you?" he said. "I promise you that once she recovers, I'll make her leave. Then, I'll be with you and only you. Okay?"

“Tie this around your waists. Separate, yet joined.” I obeyed, wrapping it snugly around my own waist before securing it at Lorien’s. My hands lingered longer than necessary on his skin, drinking in his warmth. He shivered beneath my touch, and my chest swelled with a dangerous pride—because he was mine. Entirely, irrevocably mine. Then she brought forward another rope, this one deep blue. “This will bind you together.” Together, Lorien and I tied the rope between us, a knot forming like an unspoken vow. I glanced at him, and he looked back with those wide eyes of his—so full of fear, trust, and something more. Something only I was allowed to see.

She takes our left hands, places them on top of each other, and starts wrapping the cord around it while reciting a blessing. “Now you are bound one to the other with a tie difficult to break. It’s a thread strong enough to hold you together but loose enough to allow you both to move at your own pace. Do not allow any outside force to break this bond, because many will try. Grow with the tide, but never let the current break you.” She says, ending off the last prayer by tying a knot at the end of the cord. Then she looks towards the sky and smiles, placing a hand on our bound hands.

Andres just listened, occasionally giving short replies. “Do you remember when we were in New York, I always tried to make you eat salmon? I wanted to take care of you. You were always stubborn. You wanted adobo and all sorts of Filipino food, but me, I wanted salmon and salad. That’s why we were perfect—we balanced each other.” As Andres ate the buttered vegetables, Isabella kept talking. “Do you remember our night out in Manhattan? That night we walked through Central Park and looked for a late-night diner?”

“My son.. He was.. I think he’s the reason she wanted to bind you in the first place.” I frown. “What do you mean?” “Your wolf and your magic weren’t just born beside each other. They were born inside of one another, twined too tightly. If the binding hadn't been done, one side might’ve devoured the other. I think your father thought he would be able to use your and Elias’ powers to take the pack back..” My hands curl around the edge of the counter. “Is that what’s happening now? One side is trying to devour the other? Because sometimes it feels like my insides are being pulled apart..”

“Feel that knot, little one? Feel how it keeps me right here, deep inside you? That’s what the bond is. A promise that nothing can pull us apart. Not rules. Not rumors. Not fear.” I clenched around him again, another tiny ripple of pleasure rolling through me at his words. “I believe you,” I breathed, nuzzling into his throat and licking the salt from his skin. “I’m still terrified… but I believe you. With every flutter of my cunt around your knot. With every drop of your cum inside me.” He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating deliciously through us both. “Good girl. Now… one more, my love. Let me feel you come one more time while I hold you like this. Let the bond remind you exactly how str

"A real one. It's messy and it was forced, but it's real. And the Un-Made is still in there. Our bond is the lock on its cage. If we fracture, the lock weakens." He finally looked at her. The molten gold of her eyes seemed to see right through him, down to the scared, reluctant man beneath the archivist. "So we're just… bound? Forever? Because of a mistake I made?" "No," she said, stepping closer. The hum between them intensified, a chord of tension and potential. "We're bound because we both chose to save our people. The 'how' was desperate, but the 'why' was pure. The blood doesn't lie about that."

“The bond… it’s not just about fighting. Not just about protecting. It’s everything. Desire. Fire. Power. You and me.” Her lips curved, teasing but breathless. She cupped his face, silver sparks flickering faintly along her palms. “Then let’s feel everything.” The world ignited. The bond pulsed wildly, energy coiling around them, weaving fire and shadow into their veins. Each kiss deepened, each touch grew bolder, the line between their souls blurring until neither could tell where one ended and the other began. Hours blurred, melting into each other, as they explored the depths of the tether binding them. Desire tangled with laughter, whispered promises fused with hungry silence. They teste

She closed her eyes, awaiting the knife to cut into her skin, and just as she expected, a sting surged through her body and she clenched her hands by her side, her lips pressed tightly together. She felt Jacob's palm on her cheek for the second time and wondered what he was doing but she didn't dare to open her eyes. Jacob placed his cut over hers, their blood mixing. “ With this, we are bound together as master and slave. This is our blood ties,” His words were solemn and Ava snapped her eyes open to meet his deep ones. Bound by blood together as master and slave? “ From now on, you are mine. Mine to break and mend, mine to kill and save. Your name is now Felicia. Felicia, Slave to Jacob St

I nodded, heart still racing. Because she was right. No matter how twisted or complicated this got, no matter how intoxicating the pull of the bond was or how soft the bed felt or how good the food tasted, we were still us. Raine and Nova. And no one was tearing us apart. Not even fate.