These Twisted Bonds Novels & Stories

Lucian’s hand is already there, flat on the table, and mine lands beside it, not touching, just near, the way we are near each other, always, without requiring contact to be present. “A fullbond,” I say. “The rarest kind,” Bowen says. “Documented in Ironveil’s history twice before. Both times between lines that had been apart for generations and reconnected.” He closes the book carefully. “It is why the rejection did not quiet it. It is why the bond persisted through everything. A fullbond cannot be severed by words in a clearing.” He pauses. “It can only be completed or carried.” “We are carrying it,” Lucian says.

The thought of her filled him up through the night and he wanted to get it sorted out. Eric had established different companies in Arkansas and was also a board member in many different companies. His new project was going to be the talk of the town as he had dreamt it would be, two twin 20-storey buildings linked together by a small bridge with all social amenities inside. Fascinating, he thought to himself as he carefully shaved his beard in the shower. "I need to look good today," he thought out loud, " I must make a good first impression, who knows today will be a winning day for me with Sandra". He hurriedly showered and made himself a cup of coffee.

And I looked at my palm and myself. "Wow, I am loving this cut bond. My heart wasn't bonded to him anymore." I looked at her and saw her wagging her tail. A smile formed on my lips. "I can now smell the sweet scent of revenge." And she stood and continued wagging her tail. It would be better if she could talk to me but things had happened and I could not undo them.

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

Heartbroken, they had devoted themselves to caring for her, hoping she would recover. But one day, the girl had died of a heart attack. After that, the couple had lost their minds. Whenever they saw a young blind woman, they would lure her home and force her to live as their daughter… Until eventually, they were sent to a psychiatric hospital. But their twisted behavior caught the eye of a wealthy madman who liked to toy with people. He secretly moved them to a remote island, hired doctors, and forced innocent young women into deep hypnosis so they would believe this couple was truly their parents while simultaneously ensuring their blindness would only last a week.

“Not exactly, it’s more like the cursed version of it. With mates, it’s like two souls tied to each other, completing each other. With the twinning binding spell, however, you could view it as a cursed mirror. Even if we’re two elementals, we won’t feel each other emotions, unless we’re in each other with our energy, but if someone cuts my hand, she will feel like someone is cutting hers. If I cut my own, or hers, the other then gets the same, but worse.” “It wouldn’t interfere with… uh, the one we started?” “No, not at all. It’s a different type of bond, there’s nothing romantic in it. However, there are some things I need to tell you about ours.” She removed her cloak and searched for her

But why the hell did it sound…accurate? “You're one of them; you're twisted in a good way and people like you can't resist people like Zayne. It's just fate pairing you two together. “Together, you can untwist each other's twists or get even more twisted together but at least both your twists end up balancing each other's twists, so not one is completely twisted in a bad or good way. You're both twisted up in a balanced way.” I blinked and stared at her with my mouth open while Penny tried to hold in a laugh.

Sergio began, exhaling a cloud of smoke that filled the room with a faint smell of marijuana. “Sure, go ahead,” I urged, adjusting my sitting position. Since Sergio and his associates had rescued me from that accident, I had pledged my loyalty to him. Instead of stripping, he’d offered me a job as an assassin under Abyss—his mafia organization. I had been doing well, hoping my memories would return soon, so I could understand where I stood. It was clear I wasn’t married, so maybe, just maybe, I had a family that wanted me. “Tobias Whitlock just announced his marriage two weeks ago,” he informed me.

** One year later. The twins’ first birthday was a whirlwind of balloons, cake, and laughter. Alejandro and Antonio—named after Andres’ grandfathers—clapped their tiny hands as the family sang, their giggles filling the air. Celia sat nearby, frail but smiling, her eyes shining as she watched her grandsons. Shortly after the twins celebrated their first birthday, the house was quiet. Celia lay in her bed, surrounded by family. Ainara held her hand while Santino held the other. Andres was there with Jaime, who couldn’t stop sobbing even though he knew this moment would come.

"Yes. It's... strange. Like they're part of me now. Part of us." "The bonds aren't just to you anymore," the witch explains. "They're to each other. All four connected. A web instead of a line. Permanent. Unbreakable. The first successful triple bond restoration in three hundred years." Kieran and Caius are staring at each other. "I can feel you," Kieran says. "Like a brother. Like family." "Same," Caius says. "It's... not bad. Different. But not bad." "Can you stand?" I ask them.