Toilet Bound Novels & Stories

AÏDON'S POV; Death. The stench is horrid as it overshadows the overbearing smell of disinfectant and fills the entirety of the dimly lit hall. I'm unable to resist neither the slightest wrinkle of my nose as I expel a heated breath of air nor the twitch in my left hand when the putrid smell wafts up my nostrils and causes my stomach to stir unpleasantly.

He swept everything off the coffee table and pushed me down on top of it, roughly tearing at my clothes. I froze, panicked. "Ricky! Have you lost your mind? I just gave birth!" He didn't listen. He bit down hard on my lip. I struggled and shoved him with all the strength I had. He snapped, lunged again, this time yanking my hair. But then he stopped. He looked at my tear-streaked face, the blood on my mouth, and his expression faltered. Panic and something dangerously close to regret flickered in his eyes. "I… I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't mean to…"

Annalise, my other close friend, stared at me and I looked at her confused. "What?" I asked. "There's something you're not telling us, isn't there Thandie?" She slit her eyes at me. She was pretty intimidating for a petite girl, her dark dreadlocs were tied up in a bun and her gold hooped earrings gleamed in the light. She had on a black mask that she used to cover up the vitiligo on her chin. Zahira and I had tried to convince her that she shouldn't be so insecure but it just didn't reach her. She was just very insecure about it, she would always complain how she was too dark and she hated her vitiligo and thought it made her ugly but she was one of the prettiest girls I knew, smart too and

“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?”

I stood in the spot he left me in when he returned with towels from the dryer. He set them on the counter, turned off the water in the now full tub, and removed his clothes. I watched in a trance until he was before me with nothing on. With my hand in his, he stepped over the side of the bathtub and then helped me in. The garden tub was made for two, and I nestled myself between his legs while he leaned back. The bubbles created a cover, hiding our bodies except for the parts of us not under the water. My fingers fidgeted nervously with the white foam until he took my hand and wound his fingers between mine.

“Some truths have to wait until you’re ready, and you are not ready.” I stand, “then why do I feel like I’m breaking open?” Gran’s expression softens, almost pained. “Because the binding your mother cast… it’s coming undone.” “What does that even mean? She bound me?” “She was a witch Saxa… one of the oldest, she could spin magic into flesh and blood. She used it to bury your wolf—and something else.” “A witch?? Mom had powers? Does that mean you do too? What else did she use them to bind?”

“Adonis, what’s going on between you and Maya?” I tilted my head, keeping my voice even. “What do you mean? There’s nothing going on.” Gabriel’s expression hardened. “Am I supposed to believe that? Come on, I’m not blind. Maya clings to you like she’s your partner because you keep letting her. I’ve told you before to set some boundaries, especially now that you’re married.” The words hit a nerve. I kept my tone low, but the edge slipped through. “Gabriel, you talk like you don’t understand the situation with Jasmine.”

With it was a strong smell that had you wanting to throw up. "what sort of thing is this?" someone cried. "Imagine someone bringing their child, just to experience this!" another cried, and soon, everyone discovered that Flora was the source of the smell. Flora, who realized that the problem was coming from her, opened her mouth to speak, but was already being distanced by the people around her. She found that she wanted to weep. What had happened? Who had dumped a sewer all over her?