Toilet Bound Novels & Stories

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

I got up from my sleeping spot, stretched my body, and walked towards the toilet. The toilet was just a small makeshift structure built with planks and covered with tarpaulin. It had a small bucket of water and a bar of soap, which the men had placed there for cleaning purposes. I entered the toilet and closed the door behind me. The toilet had no roof, and I could feel the morning breeze blowing across my skin.

He moves abruptly, without a word he matches out the room leaving me once more staring back at him. Cleaning the bathroom with disinfectant, wiping away the blood stain on the toilet sit and floor. Railing over what just happened, realization finally hits me. How can I continue to comprise myself Infront of him, every encounter leaves me vulnerable. I don't know what to call it, my attraction towards him, it leaves me questions with no ends. Groaning out in frustration, remembering how eager I was to clean his wounds. Is like JuJu when his close, all sense are thrown out.

The guard laughs uncomfortably and unlocks the door to the cell, then gives me the keys and disappears down the long, gloomy hallway. Innocent lies on the narrow bunk, he knees drawn up to his chest. Zael wrinkles his nose at the smell, but I don't even register it. I've smelled some odd things down in the dungeons, and I'm used to it. Apparently, The Pope decided that using the toilet was way too much effort, and simply pissed where he lay. “It’s the binding spell,” Willow says in my head. “I didn’t break it.” “Why not?” Zael asks softly.

The last thing Eric remembered before they fell asleep was him wrapping his arms around Annie’s waist and Annie snuggling closer to him. He woke up when he felt her untangling herself from him. She didn’t do it gently but with force and ran into his bathroom and what followed was the sound of Annie puking her guts out. He got down from the bed and went to check on her. He saw her kneeling in front of the toilet, her face in the toilet bowl. He took a few steps to where she was, kneeled by her side and caressed her back, whispering soothing words in her ear.

Started pushing up my skirt. I remembered this part. I remembered feeling dizzy. Feeling like things were moving too fast. On screen, James was guiding me toward a door. A hotel room door. He pushed it open. Pushed me inside. My back hit the wall hard. His hands went to my pants. Started unbuttoning. And then the video stopped. I froze on that image. Me against the wall. Him with his hands on my waistband. Both of us looking like we were about to... The screen went black.

“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?”

It took every ounce of restraint I had in me not to turn her around and march her back up to our room and show her how she affected me. When I whistled, she rolled her eyes, and then lifted her shirt. I shouldn't have laughed, but it came out before I could stop it. She had a rubber band somehow tied to the button hole and secured on the button to hold her jeans together because she couldn't close the gap.

“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.”