Unbound Novels & Stories

NeverBond By Writer Savanna BEING SOLD My name is Beatrice,I know it's very original but I'd prefer you call me Betty. So I'll start from the beginning before I met him before he ruined me..well I hope you enjoy my story,please remember to comment,vote and like,thank you😉 ….The Beginning...

"Forget it, Morgan. Let's not say anything more." But Morgan shook her off, his gaze fixed intently on me. "Even if we leave the past aside, what about now? Ms. Smith, my company, Lancaster Corporation, has a very important project underway and is seeking strong partners. I believe we can sit down and discuss it in detail. Tonight is a perfect opportunity." He tried to make his tone sound professional, but the urgency in his eyes and the barely noticeable hint of pleading betrayed his true motives. He just wanted an excuse to keep me there.

A few board members exchanged glances. The detective continued. “Were you ever alone in the finance department after hours?” “Yes,” I said. “Like many employees working late.” “Did you ever access off-book ledgers?” “No.” “Have you received unexplained funds into any personal accounts?” “No.” Margaret shifted slightly in her chair. The detective’s tone hardened. “Are you aware that if convicted, you could face imprisonment?” “I am aware,” I replied, holding his gaze. “And yet you remain calm.” “I remain innocent.”

"I'll let you go. Take this as my compensation to you. It'll make your life easier. I'll forever be waiting for your return, Skylar." I didn't believe in forever anymore. I only believed in myself. At that moment, I finally felt truly free. After Corbin left, I gave the black card to a local charity. At least, his money would be used for something good. The flight today departed right on time. The air hostesses were nice, and the passengers on board were friendly too. I looked out of the plane window, observing the blue sky and white clouds that passed by. I had never felt so liberated in my life. The plane climbed higher and higher in the air.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

An unobserved hour in a house I had been so careful, for so long, to leave alone. I had given them the time myself. *** I did the last of it at midnight, at my laptop, using the company-search subscription my work pays for, which is the one genuinely useful thing it has ever given me. Rousset Conseil, SAS, registered in Lyon two years earlier. A domiciliation address, the kind that is nothing but a postbox. No accounts filed. A single director, Théo Rousset, no previous mandates. His professional profile was fourteen months old and had no history before that, only three hundred connections and the word insurance where a career should be.

It was hazy, she just needed to focus a little, then maybe she would be able to reach him. “Ruben!” She called out to him, the vibrations were a little stronger now. Ruben was coming, which meant Sebastian was close too. “Can you feel, Sebastian?” Lisa asked. Andrea felt for the bond, the headache tore through her. “I can't focus, plus we haven't completed the mate bond, I can't talk to him.” “You can talk to Ruben. He is here, if we try, maybe one of us will be able to reach him.” Lisa replied.

“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 honestly didn't. “Well, Sinclair,” Adam called, releasing my hand, so he could stand up and walk to his brother's side, “Ava here has lots to offer, we can assure you that. The council has always trusted us, we ask that you trust us on this too. She's a lot of untapped access to the pack.” What was he talking about? The man_ Sinclair_ frowned as if to consider what he's saying, but eventually nodded. “You are right about the trust, so I guess…”

I am not the kind of girl to keep losing myself in thoughts about boys, yet here I am. “Don’t mind her. She thinks she is going to be the next Luna, but she isn’t Luna material. My cousin just keeps falling back into bed with her. My aunt Brianna is a fabulous Luna and Cheri can’t hold a candle to her,” the voice of a cute boy in a faded T-shirt, flannel shirt and worn jeans with his arms full of art supplies says from beside me as he looks me over.