Tied With A Ribbon Novels & Stories

“Yep.” “Follow me.” We step out into what looks like a cocktail reception. “Oh, and one more thing,” the man says. “Lift your hair, please.” I lift my blonde hair and feel him wrap something smooth around my neck. “All done. Everyone participating is wearing a ribbon. The color indicates what your kink is.” I look down at my pale pink ribbon. “So pink means —” “Gangbang,” he finishes for me. “Every time you fuck someone, you can get them to initial this.”

All bearing Redmoon's seal. I untied the ribbon with trembling fingers and began to read.

I hadn’t thought twice about wearing it today—just a soft rose-colored strip to hold my curls back. Now, it felt... perfect. “I want to wish for our child,” I said quietly. “For their happiness.” Lucian looked at me. Really looked. His expression softened into something tender, something vulnerable and full of wonder. He took one end of the ribbon without a word. Together, we tied it to the branch. Our fingers brushed. The breeze stirred the ribbon as if to carry our wish upward. And then— The blossoms began to glow. Not faintly. Not symbolically.

"Why didn't you end up going to a better school?" "I was pretty much a jerk until my senior year. I could have done better but I was ignorant, ugly and lazy. I was happy to get into Bolingbrook," I related. "What is this?" Helena held up a braid of red, blue and green ribbons. The top quarter was intertwined with the rest of the ribbons hanging free. "It's a heart cord," I replied. "Each knot is a sexual liaison." She counted out twenty-one. "Not bad," she gave me those sexy eyes.

Eli stuffed an entire honey cake into his mouth and said around it, “I heared it.” “Heard it,” my father corrected mildly, and that was the end of that. After the plates were cleared, it was time for the ribbon ceremony. The fiddle stopped and the whole square went quiet, faces gathered in the firelight, waiting. My heart was pounding, but with Dominic’s pulse slow and steady through the bond, I felt a little calmer. The ribbon was a deep Goldenveil blue, old and soft, the kind of thing that had clearly tied a hundred pairs of hands before ours. The pack elder wound it around our wrists in a pattern too quick to follow, knotted it once, and stepped back.

She laughed as she looked at the ribbon. “It’s not as hard as it looks.” I mused. “Well, considering my dominate hand is now all bloody, my uncoordinated hand will prove you wrong.” I laughed with her shaking my head. “It seems we both will be in trouble then. Considering I sliced the palm of my dominate hand too.” A small error on my part, but we would be fine. I wrapped the ribbon around our wrist twice. Imelda was giggling as we struggled to make a knot.

Maya walked towards her with a long white satin ribbon. I looked at Brynn curiously, but she ignored the question in my eyes. She just focused on what she was doing instead. The ribbon was wrapped around my wrist before it was wound around my hand and hers as well. “Tonight, I will irrevocably tie my soul to yours through a binding pledge. My body, heart, and soul are already yours. This is me telling you that I am absolutely certain that you are my present and future. You’re the only person I would ever wish to claim and be claimed by.”

The first was to completely cut ties with Roderick. In our world, when two wolves were getting mated, they tied a ribbon as a sign of their union and have it stored in a temple. So, when they wanted to part ways, there were two steps involved. First, they'd have to denounce themselves as mates with the words of their mouths, and secondly, cut the ribbon together.

“I know I might not be the best man on earth, but I will be for you if you let me be your husband, be the man by your side every day of my life, the man you will walk down the aisle to meet.” “George, I will.” She was excited, she had wanted to be with him but didn't expect them to be tying the knot quickly. THE END

“I almost forgot.” Inside was a delicate corsage, white roses accented with baby’s breath and tied with a shimmering blue ribbon that perfectly matched Tiffany’s dress. “It’s beautiful,” Tiffany breathed, her heart swelling. She held out her wrist, watching as Jacob carefully tied the corsage around it. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver up her arm.