Tie That Bind Novels & Stories

I hope everything goes smoothly for him at work. [Does he know I secretly kissed him today? My face is still burning!] [Jason gave me flowers today. It’s my first time receiving any. They’re so beautiful. I never thought he could be so thoughtful. I love him even more now.] [We’re officially together!] [We visited a temple today and tied a ribbon with our names on the wishing tree. While Jason went to get water, the ribbon suddenly fell off. I tried tying it back on, but it just wouldn’t stay.

He knew, at that moment, that he had lost me forever. He hugged the entire jar of paper stars tightly. … "I promise that I'll come back to you once I help Sienna fulfill 99 wishes." "Promise?" "Don't worry. I never break a promise." "Alright. I'll make a paper star every time one of her wishes comes true. That way, you won't be able to go back on your word." But in the end, he still did.

POV: Iris The presence did not judge my fear. It simply stated a fact. “To bind power you must bind something in return. There are many things you might place on the altar—time, sight, memory, name—but whatever you give becomes the tether. It will hold what you gain, and it will mark you.”

He hissed, pulling back just enough to look at her. Breathing uneven. Eyes dark. Instead of stopping— He reached up, pulling his tie loose in one swift motion. “Damian—” Her protest didn’t get far. His hands caught her wrists, lifting them above her head. The silk tie wrapped around them, binding them together against the door. Not tight enough to hurt. Just enough to hold. “Do you think it’s that easy?” he murmured, his voice dropping. His lips brushed her jaw. Then lower.

He took her hands in his. "You would always pull him out, you are his other half too, but he is a danger to you, Ophelia. Every time I'm with you and any strong feeling I have would pull him out. Every bit of rage, joy, sorrow, and love will pull him out. He would want to have you and I wouldn't be able to stop him. Ophelia, I need you to make a decision. I want you to decide whether you would stay with me even after knowing your life might be in danger for the rest of your life. Ophelia, you have the option of walking out and being free. Even if there was no danger, I don't want you to be tied to me or anyone else because of a Goddess-created bond. I want you to have the freedom to decide w

Then again, he has both Adam and Blade to carry out his legacy, outside of love, why would he care about Luther? I feel Blade’s eyes on me and I glance to look at him and he leans in closer, his lips grazing my ear, and he whispers, “The only regret I have is that Luther bit that neck of yours before I had the chance to.” My eyes widen and I whisper, “You wouldn’t want to be tied to me. It’s too risky.” “My father couldn’t kill me, Raya. You being tied to me is one of the best things you could do.” I roll my eyes, a small smirk plays on my lips as I say, “So what? You want to bite me?”

“You can have the position back under one condition that you must abide by." Against her better judgement, Madeline nodded, waiting for Robinson to tell her what decided her fate. “For the next seventy-two hours, you'll be under heavy scrutiny by me. You will make no mistake. Let me repeat this so you understand. You will not even a single mistake between those seventy-two hours, and whatever I say or ask of you do must be done. You have thrirty seconds to make a decision. I'll take your silence as disinterest."

“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 murmured, her voice thin and husky with a desire she couldn't quite mask. She watched, mesmerized, as he reached up to loosen his tie, sliding it from his neck with a slow, fluid motion. Next came the suit jacket; he cast it aside and stepped into her space, his presence looming over her. He took her hands in his, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous hum. “It won’t take long.” Before she could process the words, he pulled her wrists together, binding them behind her back with the silk of his tie. “What are you doing?” she gasped.

Even if this entire situation made me sick to my stomach, I had to act the part. Fake it till I make it. But for how long? It felt like forever. A voice cut through the tension, signaling the next step. "Now that both families are here, we can proceed with the exchange of rings before signing the papers." Adrian moved first, slipping his hand into his suit pocket and pulling out a sleek silver ring. I frowned. Just one? "Where’s my ring?" Adrian asked, tilting his head slightly, amusement flickering in his tone. Shit.