Ties That Bind Audiobook Novels & Stories

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

Maya Woods was born an Omega. Weak, unwanted, and treated as nothing more than a slave in her pack. But fate bound her to Alpha Damien, the powerful young Alpha who refused to claim her, yet refused to let her go.Used in secret and ignored in public, Maya’s life was a cycle of pain and false promises until the night everything changed. Broken, bleeding, and on the edge of death, she was saved by the most feared Lycan King of all, Rasmus.With Rasmus, Maya discovered a new truth about herself, a hidden power no Omega was meant to carry, and a bond stronger than anything she had ever known. But love in the Lycan world is never simple. Desire burns, enemies circle, and betrayal waits closer than

The third volume of historical records had a crack in its spine. Lyra had noticed it on first handling — the kind of crack that came from years of being opened to the same page repeatedly, the book developing a memory for the place it was most often asked to go. She had been curious about it since, running her thumb along the crack each time she picked it up, wondering what page had been visited enough to leave that mark. She found it on the fourth day of reading. Page 247.

⸻ Monday showed up like it always does—too early and too loud. I walked through the school doors with my hood up and earbuds in, even though nothing was playing. Just wanted the world to think I wasn’t listening. But when I passed Nick’s locker, I slowed. He was there. Alone. Backpack at his feet. Flipping through a textbook like the words were underwater. He looked different. Not bad. Just… quieter. Like maybe he’d been having the same kinds of nights as me. I almost kept walking. But something in me tugged.

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.

“Good girl. Now reach out for him through your bond. I know we aren’t marked but our bond is strong. I know you can feel it.” I did as he asked, searching my soul for that thread that connected me to Finn. At first it felt thin, like a brittle fiber that could be easily snapped in two. But the more I focused on it, the more it grew until it became as strong and indestructible as a steel cable. A bright, glowing light surrounded the tether as it flowed up and down along the line. I willed myself to delve into the light to explore beneath it and as soon as I broke the surface, an unshakable sense of peace enveloped me. Faithfulness, devotion, trust, lust, need, adoration, love. That was all I

he thunders I could only stare back fearfully, he gives me a warning look. "Guard" I whispered. The Alpha chest vibrates rising and falling with unknown rage. An animalistic growl sounds from his lips. Servant are gathered around speaking in hush whisper. He hands me over to someone, I whine catching his eyes, he breaths softly and touch my hand gently before stalking off. The pain returns and I'm left wishing for his body contact.

she snapped. I hesitated, searching for the right words. “Tessa, we have to come to terms with the truth that Fiona is my mate.” I swallowed hard, my voice trembling. “I believe she’s my mate.” I continued. Tessa’s laughter rang out bitterly. “That’s absurd, Tristan. There’s no way possible that Fiona is your mate. You must be mistaken.” I could feel my frustration building. “Tessa, I can’t explain it, but the bond between us, it’s undeniable. I can’t ignore it any longer.”

Never before has my little battery-operated boyfriend—or Bob, as I affectionately call it—had quite so much use. Alex is due back tomorrow and I know we are going to have to talk. I have no idea how he feels about me, beyond the friendship we have forged, but I want to be able to tell him that he doesn't have to hide from me. The more I have read, the more I have concluded that Alex is a Dom, the dominant person in a consensual BDSM relationship. It seems that the voice he used would have been the one he has when he slips into his Dom role. The fact that I had never heard it until New Year's Eve is simply that he had never tried to dominate me.

“It is. That's why not all people meet their bounds and not all people who meet their bounds marry them either.” “I hope I meet my bound,” Raf drawled his speech, eyes struggling to stay open. Anne could see that he was about to fall asleep, she slowed down her strokes on his hair and tried to stay still just until he fell asleep. “I'm sure you will.” Raf yawned. “But mother, is father your bound?” “No, he's not.” “I figured,” Raf slurred. Anne smiled, strokes slowing to a final stop. “Why would you say that?”