Bind Stories

Annabelle has a dark past. She tormented by her own demons and no one can save her from herself. Until she meets her mate. Hell help her. Right? Love is supposed to be unconditional but we will see.

A poem about the chains that bind me.

what happens when you lose everything? Wife? Kids? Color? for dective bind, that was what happen. he lost his sight but made a new friend in the dark.

In the opulent world of high society, Vivienne Adelaide Collymore finds herself strangled by her predetermined fate; an entanglement. As a conscientious Aviation Management student, her aspirations soar high above the constraints imposed by her prestigious lineage. However, fate's iron grip tightens when she learns of her preordained betrothal to Zephyrion Jace Sinclair, a scion of a rival family equally steeped in wealth and influence. Trapped within the suffocating confines of familial expectations and the oppressive grip of tradition, Vivienne and Zephyrion navigate a harrowing puppetry of existence, ensnared by the tyrannical ambitions of their progenitors. Will they succumb to the dictates of their lineage, or dare to defy fate's decree and carve their own path in the rarified atmosphere of entitlement and anticipation?

Molly is the only were known who cannot shift. While every other were have there first shift on thier 11th birthday, molly was in a car crash, resulting in a coma. She failed her first shift, the only reason the pack kept her was becuase her parents died in the same car crash that put her into the coma. Her best friend Jake was always there for her, helping her while the others rejected her. But will it turn into more than just a friendship? The fact that he is the next Alpha and she can't even shift is highly forwned upon, what will they do? And what will happen when molly finds her mate..

Gnarled postures glance across the empty canvas of a dimly lit wall. I close my eyes, hoping that the black of my mind would protect my consciousness from what was being crafted before me. I could only hear now. Rapid breathing, acid lancing through my throat as the bile threatened to enter the room around me. I know I’m shaking but I can only feel the absence of sensations rather than the sensations themselves. It was here. I can’t do anything can I? I can’t see. I can’t focus. How did I let myself get to this point? Why didn’t I just turn around and let the imagery that everyone so wholeheartedly took in, sweep me into the rest of my life rather than knowing what else lay beyond the curtain of this endless theater? It was too late, of that I was hopelessly aware. My eyes began to burn at the edges. It was forcing its way through my mind. I wanted to let it go, to release this wall I had built. It was heavy… it hurt. Icy mercury leaked into my sinuses as the burning continued, my vision, hearing, even my sense of taste and smell were turning. It was winning. How long could I hold out? What good would it do for me to resist when I knew I couldn’t win? I can’t take it. Too much pressure. My mind shook and heaved under the weight. It would break. I knew it would.