Twisted Bonds Novels & Stories

I concluded and he somewhat lost his color. "You misunderstood it, Alpha." "I know what I saw." I insisted and his face turned more serious. "I thought so too but she did not feel it so I am not her mate, I was maybe smitten by her looks nothing more." He confessed. "She will not feel the werewolf mate bond since she is a witch. But you are still bonded to her." I said and he only gave me a cold gaze then walked out. I followed him and saw him walk to the gate. Lord Granite and Lord Cultor were waiting for us. He stopped there to wait for me too.

asked Bethany with a corny smile. “Since you’re a girl, I'll have to be a gentleman and take it easy on you. We can go for three hundred if that's okay by you,” replied Mason. Oh, come on. You know there's only one way this game is enjoyed and that is by going all in. I say we do six hundred,” replied Bethany to Claire’s bewilderment. “Deal,” said Mason. Soon after, Ryan returned with a smile on his face, and with the aura he exuded, one could tell that everything had been set up and it was only a matter of time now.

A pretty young woman, maybe 20, maybe 19, laying on a chest I know well. I bite my lip and laugh at the mole on the underside of the man’s chin. I always wondered why Jared’s twin brother Jason kept his hair and beard exactly like Jared’s. He uses Jared’s name to seduce women. Another thing this, Amilee, must not understand. Jared, Jason, and I are werewolves. Jared isn’t just my husband, he is my mate. We are bonded by our souls. If Jared were to even look at another with lust my heart would feel it. If he were to sleep with someone I would be hospitalized. And if another was truly laying on his chest, I would feel their weight on my own.

Her lips curved in that mischievous half-smile that always made Imani’s stomach tighten and her chest warm. Imani swallowed hard, heat blooming low in her chest. She let her fingers curl lightly around Zariah’s, tugging her just a fraction closer, feeling the soft weight of her body and the teasing brush of her fingers. Every second felt magnified. The quiet intimacy, the knowledge that they were alone, made her shiver.

“What the hell is wrong with your sanities?” “We are losing clients, Owen. Our share has hit the lowest on the market for three weeks in a row now. There are false reports about us in the media. The fire in the office, losing documents of our confidential projects, all the computers of our drama got hacked, and, furthermore, he threatened Brian to crush us on the dirt. The board of directors is on our necks, and any time soon they can announce to change the CEO, then the power would be out of our hands. If they replaced Brian, we would be nothing, brother. Just a puppet in our own company.”

He extended his hand, his firm handshake sealing the deal “Welcome to the team, Mr. Anderson." Sebastian's face beamed with excitement, his eyes shining with gratitude. "It's an honor, Mr. Sinclair, and I promise, you won't regret partnering with me," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. Lucas smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I hope so, you'll be invited into the board of meeting soon to finalize the business agreement and your position in the company."

while others call them the beast of the forest "werewolf" "But that doesn't explain why you call him Alpha" She looks at me, like the answer is so obvious. "Alpha is a term for werewolf meaning the head of the pack" "Do you believe in the myth?" my voice lanced with skepticism. "I don't know what to believe anymore in this mansion" she says with a shrug. We walk around the mansion once more. She highlights the rules that governed the mansion. Servant are not allowed to leave the mansion without any proper notice to the Alpha.

minifigure had been kidnapped—now rebranded as a princess guard in Mei’s parallel universe. “No liquidity provision… short-term rates will skyrocket…” Sweat beaded on his brow. The bond market wasn’t spared either. His long rectangular bricks—crucial for government bond trading—had vanished, seized by Mei to build her “Princess Castle.” “Long-term rates… out of control…” Takuto stared in horror as his carefully plotted yield curve turned into a jagged scribble. His hand trembled as he tried to redraw it in crayon, only to produce a chaotic mess.

He lifted the papers in his hand and tapped them once. “The penthouse. The salon. Her account unfrozen. All of it. The terms are written here.” He did not even glance at the tears still running down my face. “Your emotions do not change the facts. This is the offer.” I stayed silent, trembling, wiping my face, but he was already pressing forward. “All I need is your agreement. Be my wife. On paper only. It is for business. Nothing more.” He looked directly at me. Unblinking. Detached.

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.