These Twisted Bonds Novels & Stories

I felt a warm tingling sensation spreading beneath the doctor's hand, followed by a sudden sharp pain that made me gasp. Dr. Winters withdrew her hand immediately, her expression troubled. "What's wrong?" I asked, alarmed by the doctor's reaction. "The bond is under significant strain," Dr. Winters explained carefully. "More than I would expect, even given the circumstances. It's as if..." She paused, seeming to choose her words with care. "It's as if the bond is being pulled in multiple directions." "What does that mean?"

The bond strained—and then, instead of snapping, it *split* around the obstruction, sending twin lines of connection skirting either side of the relic’s influence. Mae swore and clutched the anchor talismans tighter. “Come on,” she growled at the unseen forces. “Come on, you stubborn bastards—” Something gave. Not in them. In the design. The bond knit itself into a loop that bypassed the worst of the relic’s wedge, braided around it like scar tissue forming around shrapnel. Imperfect. Not painless. But *there.* Daire inhaled, deeper this time. His pupils blew fully wolf‑black, then narrowed back to something halfway.

At the specific, brilliant, completely accurate mind of the woman he had found when she had nothing and had never once been able to manage past the point of being entirely seen by. "Or it doesn't," he confirmed. "What determines which," she said. He looked at the twins. At the warmth still coming through the bond — the boy's specific, steady, deliberate sending of the origin frequency back toward George through the channel the twins had established. "The twins have been countering it all evening," he said. "Every time I felt the drawing, they pushed back. Every time the curse took from the bond, they replaced what it took." "They're newborns," she said.

he smirked with a playful look on his face and I pursued my lips into a thin line. "Don't you ever try that again unless you want to be fired," I hissed, trying to sound angry. "You kissed me back too. So if I'm getting fired, I'm taking you down with me, sweetheart." he kept stirring his coffee with one hand while his other hand was stuffed inside his pocket. Oh no, he didn't. Even though I was so fucking mad at him, I couldn't help but noticed his messy hair, his tie which was undone, hanging loosely around his neck and the sleeves of his button-down shirt rolled up, showing off his sexy forearms. I could make out his perfect jawline from the side and my hands itched to run all over his da

He turned on the lights and noticed an object covered with a cloth at the corner of the room. He walked towards it and uncovered it. A painting, An unfinished painting of Adrian and Justin doing what she had never seen them do. Bonding. A painting of Justin in Adrian's arms, a wide and genuine fictional smile on both faces. "I didn't know Miss. Dawson paints" the Butler said. "Me neither" he said, his eyes still studying the painting. "She already put a smile on Justin's face like in the painting, but you" The butler teased "Nice try Mr. Moore" he said.

Who put this outfit here? I blow-dry my hair, take my sweet time before entering the danger zone. Brian is sitting on the couch, beer in his hand, he is going through his phone, his tuxedo jacket is on the bed, the bow tie is on the floor, a few buttons of the shirt are open, sleeves are rolled up, his dark brown hair is falling on his forehead, olive skin is shining under the florescent light. This man is one of the good-looking men on this earth without a debate, and now he is mine, my husband.

one of the investors said, and Alex nodded. The meeting started, and they talked about what they wanted to invest in, Alex took time to explain what the business was all about, and he mentioned how it would work perfectly if it was involving couples. “Trust me, you will love this,” Alex said. “You said that the best thing is when couples are involved?” One of the investors asked, and Alex nodded. “Well, you are the one we are working with, and you don't have a wife.” One of the investors said.

My gaze darted to Alpha Thane and Lyra, who watched silently, their faces inscrutable. The elderly lady's voice drew me back, her words a gentle persuasion. “Come on, dear." With a sense of resignation, I let her take my hand. The lady’s warm fingers wrapped around mine gently. She pulled me to my feet, her other hand enveloping mine, holding it in a soft, comforting grasp. Her eyes shut and I furrowed my brows in confusion wondering what she was doing? She then opened them and let me go turning to Alpha Thane. “Yep. You’re definitely bonded.” She spoke.

I said aloud, "Did you all hear him? A mate bond is sacred. I will never agree to a ridiculous suggestion of Easton taking over both families." Felicia sounded hesitant. She shot me a pitying expression, but in the end, she sided with Andre. "Jane, I know you miss Andre after he passed away, but you are with pup now. You'll have a hard time without a man taking care of you. "We know you love Andre, but you must look to the future. You're not going to die for love, are you? The Twilight pack needs you. Your child needs you. And we need you too.

He looked at me and winked. “Why would you do that? Dig about him. Getting him out of my life. I mean, why would you?” “What do you think? Why would a man go to that extent, Lyra?” He asked me. I was confused with everything revealed and having a hard time assimilating everything. Things shouldn’t be this complicated between us. I and Nathan were just strangers, then why was the past so full of twisted. It tangled us with one another so badly that I was finding it hard to set myself free from him.