Unbinding Book Novels & Stories

She didn't startle, which surprised him, she looked up slowly, unhurried, the particular composure of someone who had decided, somewhere in the last several days, to stop flinching every time a member of this family caught her doing something she shouldn't. "The binding's already compromised," she said. "Someone rebacked the spine at some point, badly, with the wrong adhesive. It's drying out faster than it should. Gloves wouldn't save it at this point — the damage that matters already happened decades ago." She closed the book carefully, with a precision that looked less like guilt and more like habit, and set it back on the low shelf exactly where she'd found it. "I wasn't going to take it

I raised my hand to silence him because I was done. "I want to break connections with all of you. Honesty these last 5 days proved that I don't belong in your world nor do I want to be in it. Now if we could hurry this up so I can get back to my mundane life." I gestured to the book that I planned on never reading again. Alax chuckled as I opened up the book. It would be pretty easy finding what I needed since bonds had a whole area. The pages to the book made a flapping sound as I quickly looked for the page that I needed. Alaxs finger tapping against the table was distracting.

Elena “So…for this project, I think we need to go get this book from the packhouse library. It goes into more details than any of the books we have found at school about…Elena? Are you listening?” Rolly asks. I’ve been distracted. I’m worried about both Noah and Ryder. I have been doing my best to bring them back together. It’s what they both want, but there is an edge to the atmosphere anytime they are in the same space, a palpable tension that I think everyone can feel and a nervousness.

A folded document, handwritten on paper that was older than it had any right to be in a modern room, with a translation note in the margin in Ezra's own hand. She brought it to the table and smoothed it flat. It was a fragment. Partial, several sections missing, the remaining text describing a ritual with the heading: Unbinding of the Carried Soul. I read it twice. Then I read it again. The process by which a host can voluntarily release a resident spirit without dying required three specific components. A mirror object — something that held the spirit's original form and could receive its return. Willing release by all bond mates, genuine and uncoerced. And the host herself choosing separat

Yuna, the woman who had loved him so much, wasn't just sulking. She had really left. And she had even severed their mate bond. "How do I restore the bond?" Damon's voice was terribly hoarse. The healer shivered under his stare, his back cold with fear. "Only if Luna herself agrees. Otherwise, no one can force a bond that's already broken back together." Damon slammed his hand on the table, knocking the medicine bowl off it. It shattered across the floor. His eyes were heavy with too many emotions. There was anger, shock, a violent sense of being betrayed, and a panic he didn't even want to admit.

I mumbled and then focused on the writings again. "Touch the Untouchable. Unbind the Bindable for it is the way of the Witches." It read and I sighed. For starters, the ways of Witches was something I barely understood. Secondly, parables like this would only waste my time but I couldn't afford to give up either.

“Why ever not, shouldn’t a man have a name for their fiancé.” Clem lifted my fingers, “No ring, no fiancé.” He palmed his front pocket revealing the ring that I had now taken off twice. “It just needed a bit of polishing,” Clem’s laugh filled the room. “So being rejected is being called polishing now, I’ll have to remember that,” she swiped the ring from his fingers quickly, holding it under the light. “What are you doing?” Warren Astor seemed genuinely confused as Clem made the diamond catch the light in just the right places.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I found my way to the library, hoping to read up on the mate bond. Thick leather bounded books filled the heavy oak shelves. Hundreds written on the instant bond at 18. only one of the other sides of bonding. I picked the book up before finding a secluded area. I pulled my knees against my chest as I began reading.