Unwished Bonding Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes briefly and rubbed my forehead. “This is not about you,” I muttered. “You’re projecting.” I opened them again and kept reading. The bonded crescent, according to the hypothesis, didn’t guarantee love. That detail surprised me enough to slow my breathing. >>>>>>“Bonding does not imply harmony. In several documented cases, reunion resulted in conflict rather than union.” I blinked. Conflict. The document described bonds warped by time. Souls meeting again after lifetimes of change. Power imbalances. One remembering fragments while the other remained unaware. Desire without tenderness. Recognition without affection.

Every bonded pair was another pillar upholding the Empire’s might. But right now, no matter how valuable the consequences could be, Dex knew the Marquess and Marchioness found nothing pleasant about the situation. The bonding process was incredibly dangerous even for an adult—let alone a child who had only recently been rescued from severe danger. Dex could not blame them for their volatile emotions. “It has been two days, Dex. You still haven’t found who had the nerve to bond with my cub?” Aslan’s voice was dangerously low, a deep rumble that vibrated through the tense air.

“What I said explains everything, but you just don’t understand it yet. That is why you think I’m speaking in riddles.” Evans frowned. “You care to explain?” “Whatever we are feeling right now is called a bond,” she started. “And not all bonds are chosen; some are destined.” “I am so confused.” “Chill,” she replied, then inhaled sharply. “There is a bond between us. Some bonds are chosen, while some are destined. They are different. You can see the chosen bond coming, you can ignore it, but you can’t ignore the destined bond, no matter how you try.”

Bonding is worth it. And I will allow it. One afternoon at a time.

But then she found something different, something that sent a shiver down her spine. "There are bonds woven by the gods themselves - bonds beyond love, beyond desire. These are the bindings of fate, forged in times of great need. Some are meant to heal what was broken. Others are meant to protect what must not fall." Nicola inhaled sharply. A bond beyond love? That wasn’t what she had with the triplets. Their connection was primal, unshakable, fueled by love and raw devotion. This bond with Lucas… it didn’t feel the same. It was there, undeniably real, but it didn’t burn with the same consuming fire.

The Bonding Love (Ver. English) Writer by Mamaya Writer This novel is written solely from the imagination of the writer. The plot, location, culture, beliefs, religion, and characters do not exist. Dear readers, please use discretion when reading. It's all just a hypothesis to write it all over again. Prologue In the year 199X,

I wanted to lash out, but the bond held me back, limiting what I could do. "Well, I guess this doesn’t really mean anything, but hey, we’re stuck together forever, right?" he said, trying to lighten the mood, but I was having none of it. "Hey Percival, I just wanted to let you know... I’m sorry, but I have to decline your offer. We’re no longer connected. I really don’t like you!" The bond was twisting painfully, but I barely noticed. At this point, the discomfort had become something I could almost welcome—it had turned into a necessary part of my existence.

Little did they know, I had already pulled a switcheroo on them. I managed to swap the embryos just in time, and when it came time to give birth, I brought home an orphan from the welfare home. I promised myself that I would raise this child right. Thinking back to my time with James, we had a whirlwind romance for a year and a decade of marriage. We met during a company hiking trip, and when I was parched and exhausted, he offered me an ice-cold Coke he had lugged up from the base of the mountain.

The salty air breezed in through the open window. My mind wandered to our bond. I didn't want Trista to accept it. The bond was too strong. She would feel everything I felt. If Trista and I were bonded, my wolf could destroy her. It wasn’t a chance I was willing to take. God I loved her though. In the front seat, her hair whipped across her face. She and Hazel were talking about something, laughing, probably some inside joke. Those two were so bonded, if I didn't know better, I'd say they were mates. In a platonic way.

“Chloe, what are you standing there for? It’s time for the bond.” Bond? Great. I had actually returned to the day of bonding with Marty, the white dragon. “Father, I—” However, before I could finish, Leigh and Marty dropped to their knees, hand in hand. “Chief,” Marty said, “although I am the spirit beast of two maidens, my heart belongs only to Leigh. Let me bond with her, please.” At his words, the entire Rain Clan gasped.