True Bond Game Novels & Stories

“Marry me. For real. Forever.” Damien’s eyes shone with unshed tears, the conflict between coach and lover dissolving completely in that moment. “Yes. Every day.” They kissed under the lights — slow, certain, witnessed only by the empty stands and the ghosts of every match that had led them here. Hands cupped faces, rings clicking softly together, the chain shifting between them. The conflict that had defined their journey — hiding versus truth, legacy versus love — finally settled into peace.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

"A Mating Bond is permanent. It changes my biology. I would be tied to you for life." "I know." "And you think I’d agree to that?" "The alternative is death in three months," Lorenzo said quietly. "Then I die." Lorenzo flinched, just slightly. "I’d rather die than be owned by you," Kyrian said steadily. "Don’t be stupid—" "Stupid?" Kyrian’s eyes flashed with anger. "What’s stupid is thinking I would ever let you mark me." Dr. Lindgren spoke up carefully. "The bonding process itself is risky. With your weak condition, the success rate is around 80%."