Ties That Bind Audiobook Novels & Stories

Ana’s POV I felt a rope tied on my hand which was tied behind a wooden chair. I was so disturbed because I felt the sound of mice’s in the room. I couldn’t say for certain if it was in an enclosed area or an open place but one thing was certain. I was alone and heard nothing. My eyes were tied and this made it even more difficult to tell what was actually going on in there. I couldn’t even move parts of my body as I felt almost hypnotized.

I noticed her closely that she always have a problem with tying either her necklace or her shoes laces. I tip toed towards her so she couldn't sense my presence. I bent down in front of her and remove her fingers from the laces. "Let me..."I said to her and before she could protest,my fingers already begun their task while I felt her constant stare on me. "Done..."I got up on my feet and dusted off my hands once I tied both her boots laces properly. "You know you should do it."She said ticking a hair strand behind her ear.

The pull he had with me was foreign and terrifying-I had no idea where it came from or how to deal with it. Once in my car, I left the door open and my feet outside with him squatting between me and the door. He regarded me with a gentle tenderness, still confused by why he was at my car...until the engine started, and the music flooded the surrounding air. The moment the recognition hit his ears, I saw it on his face. "I Keep It Under My Hat" by Tim McGraw, off his self-titled album, played through the speakers. He hadn't believed me; he'd assumed I was full of crap. Gray leaned in, giving me a soft kiss and a laugh before he said goodbye.

I can’t even read any books because my mind is occupied to what my father said to me. If I don’t marry that man that they were talking about, then it will be the end of my career. Because if I can’t continue my studies because my father told me, I won’t be able to graduate. If I don’t graduate, I won’t achieve my dream job. If I don’t achieve my dream job, then all my efforts to study hard will be worthless. Ah! It’s driving me crazy! I can’t think properly right now. I really don’t want to get married, especially since I don’t even know the man that I need to marry.

His warmth enveloped me, his heartbeat steady against my ear, holding me tight, his arms protective and reassuring. I don't know what's bothering you, Freya," he murmured, his voice soft and unyielding at the same time. "But no matter what happens, I will always love you. I will get bonded to you, and I will make you my mate, Freya Blackwood. I swear it." His words were so full of conviction and dedication that something inside me ached. I closed my eyes and let myself melt into his arms, wanting, for one swift moment, to believe that I could believe in a tomorrow when his promise would be a fact.

I wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten everything settled with his frat brothers when he drove me to the airport in the morning. I tried to let those thoughts fade away while on my flight home. I put in my earbuds and decided to listen to one of the smutty werewolf audio books Hana has gotten me hooked on, Alpha Gray by CJ Primer, with Theo and Maddie as narrators. The book is HOT, and Theo’s voice… yeah, it makes for an enjoyable two-and-a-half-hour flight. I love how he changes his voice when speaking for each Alpha. Hana told me they’ve done the narration for the rest of the series, and I can’t wait to listen.

My hand reaches out, grasping the handle of the sturdy maroon door, but my elation comes to an abrupt halt as an icy grip seizes my arm, wrenching me back towards him with alarming force. I collide with his chest, a jolt of electricity coursing down my spine as his deep voice –a seductive cadence– resonates next to my ear, his breath fanning my skin and luscious lips gently grazing my ear. "Liar." He whispers in my ear, his accusation hanging heavy in the air. His intense gaze, like pools of midnight, bore into me with a silent condemnation, causing my breath to catch in my throat as my world seems to crumble beneath me, quite literally. The ground gives way beneath my feet, swallowing me wh

his voice dropped to a low, deadly whisper, “I’ll make sure he won’t see the next day.” The room seemed to close in around us, the walls closing in on me. I felt trapped, suffocated by his possessiveness. “You have no option now,” he declared, his voice final, “Once you are bound to me, you will belong to Dylan Aster, and I’ll belong to only you, till the end of me and till the end of forever.” There were a thousand thoughts racing through my mind, desperate to be expressed to him. How could someone think like this? But all I managed to say was, “Dylan, you can’t do that, it’s illegal.”