Ties That Bind Show Novels & Stories

“does she manage the place with you?” Taylor’s little smirk widened, but she stayed silent, her eyes flicking to Luca as if waiting for his lead. Luca’s jaw clenched, and he stepped around the desk, closing the distance between him and Bella. “Taylor manages Obsidian, yes because she’s earned it. She’s strong, capable, and she knows my business inside out. You think you can just walk in here and start asking random questions?”

“Not unless the child chooses another bond first.” Jayden’s heart slammed against his chest. “She’s a child. She can’t be bound.” “She already is.” Nyxara turned her eyes to Ivy. “But it’s not him she’s tied to. Not yet.” “What do you mean?” Ivy stepped forward. “She’s tied to her mother. That bond is what’s protecting her now.” Nyxara’s gaze was cold. “But it will not hold through the eclipse. Not unless you are willing to pay the price.”

I collapsed into the ash, panting, my fingers scorched with glowing threads. Orion staggered back, staring at his hand. “You idiot. Do you have any idea what you just did?” “I didn’t do anything.” I coughed, the taste of ion in my mouth. “What- what was that?” He looked at me as if I had just set the world on fire. “Binding magic. Ancient. Blood-forged and unbreakable. You and I just got tethered.” My heat stopped, but I could feel a steady beating. I knew instantly it wasn’t my own. I could feel his heart beating. Not hear it, but feel it, like it lived inside of me now.

“No. But it binds me to yours, whether you believe it or not.” She faltered, unsettled by the contradiction—the predator claiming fealty. “Then prove it,” she whispered. He leaned forward, voice like smoke. “I already am.” Later that night, she sat in her room, hands trembling around the pen she used to draft schedules, meal notes, and medication reminders. Her armor was routine; his was power. And between them—fire, always fire. The door opened without a knock. Varian leaned against the frame, casual, too casual. “Do you hate me tonight, Liora?”

he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. “Good.” I looped the belt around his wrists, pulling it tight, binding his hands behind his back. He gasped, his body tensing, but he didn’t pull away. I leaned in, kissing the back of his neck, my teeth grazing his skin. “You look so fucking good like this, Ty. All tied up for me.” “Fuck,” he moaned, his head tipping back. “You’re such a tease.” “Not teasing,” I said, grabbing his tie from the desk. I folded it into a makeshift blindfold and slipped it over his eyes, tying it snug. “Just taking what’s mine.”

Her little hands are bound fucking tight by the time I'm done. She test them, tugging them just once in a bid to loosen them before realizing those binds aren't going anywhere. “Open that slutty little mouth for me,” I instruct her, and she does that. She opens wide, her breaths shallow as her eyes eats mine up, nervous. I pick my tie up from the bed and slip it between her sweet lips and tie it tight at the back of her head, loving the way it stretches her mouth wide. “You look so fucking hot when you're bound,” I tell her and she nods.

A black Nike air force shoe, a pair of well ironed dark trousers, a black Louis Vuiton belt with a gold-colored buckle, and a wrist with an ice watch on, a well ironed white shirt with dark crosses on them and at the top, a cute dark little face looking surprised like it had seen a snail running faster than a cheetah. “Daniel? What are you doing here?” They both give a long breath of relief, “oh my God, Harris you scared us, thought it was someone else”. Daniel says approaching him.

After I told him everything that had happened over the past few days, he asked calmly, "Can I see the tie?" I pulled out my phone and showed him the photo. He nodded and showed no reaction. Still, I was terrified. I reminded myself not to mention that I bought it for my son, in case he turned on me too. He handed my phone back and asked, "You bought this tie for your son, didn’t you?" I clamped my mouth shut. He suddenly smiled. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. "Besides, even if you don't say it, I already know. The root of the problem is you telling people you bought this tie for your son.

"The ones who swore their lives to the truth. To protect the bloodline. The blood oath isn’t just a story it’s a bond. It’s magic, and it's tied to your very soul." I shook my head. This was too much. "I don’t understand. I just want to go back." Her smile faded a little. "You will. But you needed to see this first. The bond has awakened in you. It’ll only grow stronger from now on. The visions, the voices… they’ll return. You need to learn to control it. Or it will consume you." "Visions? Voices?" "The past lives of the Oathed," she said softly. "They live in you now."

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.”