Toilet Bound Novels & Stories

Recognition that went too deep, like he was seeing not just me but every version of me that existed across all the bonded wolves. "Too many," he gasped, his voice shifting between human and wolf. "Too many voices. Too many thoughts. I can't find myself anymore." Through our bond, I felt what he felt. The constant presence of the other bonded wolves, their thoughts and feelings bleeding into his own. He'd lost the ability to distinguish where he ended and they began. "This is my fault," I said, horror washing over me. "The bonds are too strong. They're overwhelming him." Maren moved beside me, her expression grave. "It's not just strength. The bonds are evolving, becoming something more compl

"This man stinks in the morning.' she thought and once again, pulled herself up and ran towards the bathroom. She knelt in front of the toilet, pulling her hair back as she let everything out of her mouth. It was as if something was digging on her stomach, and even when she could feel its emptiness, she still wanted to puke. The sides of her eyes heated as she opened her mouth widely. Why did this happen to her? Did she ate something bad? she wondered. Carden crawled his fingers towards his side, expecting to hold Dalmi's skin beside her but his eyes opened widely when he couldn't touch it. He immediately stood up. In search of her wife, he roamed his eyes around the whole room, only to see

Its walls, once a symbol of security, now felt like they were closing in on me, locking me into a future I couldn’t escape. I slipped into a simple white dress, the fabric light against my skin but heavy with unspoken expectations. Kneeling down on the floor, I folded my hands in my lap and waited, the silence of the room pressing down on me like an invisible weight.

About hunger twisted with vulnerability. Ronan looked at her like a man crawling through fire who just found water. “I do.” Her fingers moved with skill and precision, looping the rope around his wrists, binding him firmly but not cruelly. She took her time, letting each knot reinforce the truth neither of them had spoken aloud. He needed this. And she needed to be needed this way. She finished the tie and pressed her palm against his chest. “Breathe.” He did. His eyes fluttered shut, a shiver coursing through his body.

The curtains fluttered wildly in the night breeze. Furniture had been overturned as if a violent struggle had taken place. But there was no attacker. Only a single guard lay on the floor. Blood spread beneath him. I gasped. "Is he...?" Matteo knelt beside the man and checked for a pulse. After a few tense seconds, he stood. "He's alive." Relief washed over me. "Barely," Matteo added. Two guards immediately carried the wounded man away. I looked around the destroyed room.

“If you are here, then speak plainly or leave.” “There is something moving through your territory that should not be,” he said. I did not react outwardly, but I felt the words settle anyway. “Something,” I repeated. “A girl,” he continued. The word should not have meant anything to me, yet it did. “I am not interested in stray problems crossing my borders,” I said. “This is not a stray problem,” he replied. “This is ancient blood.” I held my expression steady, because reactions were useful to other people, not to me.

His Italian leather briefcase moved. A glass of water sitting on the island fresh, condensation still forming. Someone had been inside. Alex’s heart hammered. He moved quickly, quietly, scanning the living room. He grabbed the nearest object, a marble vase worth $5,000 and raised it like a weapon. Then… The bathroom door opened. And Wilson walked out. In a towel. “BRO, WHAT THE?!” Wilson screamed. “You almost died,” Alex snapped, lowering the vase. “I swear” “YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!” Wilson yelled louder, clutching his chest.

Adrian sank onto the edge of the massive bed, cock still very hard, skin burning where Luca had touched him. He was trapped. And the devil had already started his slow, filthy corruption.