Anthony Horowitz Bond Books Novels & Stories

He shouldn’t have imagined her lying naked on his bed. She shouldn’t have imagined his devilishly handsome face between her legs. But it was too late. Kiara began noticing Ethan's washboard abs when he hopped out of the pool, dripping wet after swim practice. Ethan began gazing at Kiara’s golden skin in a bikini as a grown woman instead of the girl next door he grew up with. That kiss should have never happened. It was just one moment in a lifetime of moments, but they both felt its power. They knew the thrumming in their veins and desperation in their bodies might give them all they ever wanted or ruin everything if they followed it. Kiara and Ethan knew they should have never kissed. But it's too late to take that choice back, so they have a new one to make. Fall for each other and risk their friendship or try to forget one little kiss that might change everything. PREVIEW: “If you don’t want to kiss me then... let’s swim.” “Yeah, sure.” “Naked.” “What?” “I always wanted to try skinny dipping. And I really want to get out of these clothes.” “What if someone catches you... me, both?” “We will be in the pool, Ethan. And no one can see us from the living room.” I smirked when I said, “Unless you want to watch me while I swim, you can stay here.” His eyes darkened, and he looked away, probably thinking the same when I noticed red blush creeping up his neck and making his ears and cheeks flush. Cute. “Come on, Ethan. Don’t be a chicken...” “Fine.” His voice was rough when he said, “Remove that sweater first.”

“Luna…!” I sobbed, collapsing onto the cold, unforgiving pavement, barely avoiding the indifferent gaze of the crowd. “I...I desperately fought to hold her back. I begged her to remain by my side,” I wailed, my tears blurring the world around me. With every strike of my trembling hands against the unyielding ground, my heart shattered into a million irreparable fragments. *** When Luna was killed, Ginevra’s life turned upside down. Luna was her everything, not just a sister. The bond she shared with her was beyond the world’s imagination. When she tried to commit suicide, she found solace in the care of Emiliano who saved her from drowning. She later got married to him. Then Luna returned in the body of a familiar face. Her mind is set on revenge that will either brighten Ginevra’s future or ruin it completely.

Lilith Sadie Rose's life seems to change completely when the family she has been taking care of decides to give her as collateral for a debt to a famous nightclub in the city. A debt that she didn't even know how much it totaled. Not having much choice, Lilith was confined to the club, before finally being auctioned off. Lilith's status as a girl who was still virgin, made rich men come to the nightclub, bringing a lot of money, which could be offered as a price to get Lilith. But there was only one man who could get Lilith, and he was Lucas Estevan, The Mafia Lord. Lucas offered a much higher price than the auction price given, which was $70 billion dollars. A very fantastic price to be able to get Lilith. But, what happens when Lilith find out who Lucas really is? Will Lilith be able to escape and save herself? Or must she return to the grasp of ownership that Lucas has given her? And what if Lilith has to face all the truth about the secrets in her life that are only revealed after that?

"Get on your knees, wolfless freak, or I will break your legs myself." In the brutal hierarchy of the Blue Claw pack, Betty is a biological anomaly—the top warrior who cannot shift, a protector with no beast inside her. With her twentieth birthday ticking down to midnight, her own parents have consented to her public rejection and permanent exile as a rogue. She has exactly twenty-four hours of stolen freedom left before she is cast out into the wilderness to be hunted. But the northern forests don't just hold exile; they hold the Lycans—predatory kings ruling through iron claws, suffocating dominance, and a scent of burnt ozone and raw power. When Prince Adriel crosses the border, his crushing aura forces every alpha to their knees, yet it only makes the dormant royalty hidden beneath Betty's skin snap awake. She is the ultimate survivor, but matching the gaze of the Alpha of Alphas is a death sentence in itself. Desperate to escape her pack's death warrant, Betty entangles herself with the royal court, stumbling into a dangerous loophole: an artificial link forged by a high coven. This fake bond offers a transactional sanctuary—she gets a shield from her executioners, and the Lycan prince gets a chosen mate to claim before his kingdom. But this substitute union is a beautiful trap; a human or shiftless wolf taking a royal mark risks having the raw power burn her veins from the inside out. If Betty yields to the intoxicating heat of the prince who bought her safety, the psychological stakes are lethal. When a vengeful Madeline unleashes a silver blade and issues a challenge to the death, Betty’s purple-eyed wolf suddenly seizes control and accepts...

Our blood-oath ceremony was on the horizon. But my fated mate, Darius, told me he had to forge a blood bond with another woman. Livia. He claimed her life force was unraveling. That without his blood, she would fade to nothing. I fought him. But the next day, he moved Livia directly into the Prince's Chambers in the Coven’s castle. That was the suite reserved for the future Prince’s mate. My suite. He tried to soothe me, sinking to his knees, his crimson eyes pleading. “Once she’s stable, I swear I’ll break the bond. You are my only eternity. You always will be.” But then Livia found me. She showed me the fresh, golden mark on her wrist—the symbol of an Eternal Bond. They had already completed the sacred rite. Long before Darius ever confessed to me. My heart shattered to ash. I dragged my nail across the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our blood-oath ceremony. Then I opened the encrypted message from the Vienna Coven Academy. “I accept. I’ll leave on the day of our ceremony.”

After my pack fell, my father and I joined the Black Moon Pack. Alpha Victor admired my gift for runes and promised to make me his Luna. I was so full of hope, I didn’t even mind that he was using my gift to shield his entire pack. But he kept delaying our marking ceremony, leaving me to endure the pack’s scorn for my fallen bloodline. On the eve of my father’s death, he even temporarily marked Seraphina, the daughter of another Alpha. He claimed it was to secure an alliance. I cried myself dry in the endless wait, only to hold my father as he died in my arms. Victor, however, continued to use my gift, commissioning runes from me only to give them to Seraphina. The final straw was when Seraphina destroyed my rune sanctum and flaunted the very pendant I’d crafted for my own bonding ceremony. That’s when my heart finally shattered. I no longer cared about being his Luna. I simply walked away. But after I left, Victor’s desperate plea echoed from the Moon Goddess altar. “Come back and be my Luna. Please.”

Because my jealousy endangered his childhood sweetheart, my Alpha mate, Victor, took our son's advice. He sent me to the pack witch to have my memories erased.​ A long winter later, he woke me with the antidote.​ In the eyes of the pack, I became the perfect Luna.​ I organized the pack's winter stores flawlessly. I cataloged every last berry and pound of meat without breaking a sweat. I could even smile while delivering a blanket to Clara, Victor's precious sweetheart.​ But my Alpha and my pup, Rio, knew. I had changed.​ I no longer remembered how to soothe him on full moon nights, combing through his fur as he writhed in pain.​ When Rio fell in the snow and wailed, I calmly called for his nanny.​ Even when Victor returned late from a hunt, I offered only a cool nod. I never once reached for him through our mind-link.​ At first, he thought it was revenge. He didn't care.​ Until the night of the blizzard, when he and Rio followed me to the abandoned church. Through the thin wood of the confessional, they heard my whisper.​ "Moon Goddess, what do I do when the memories are back but the love isn't?"​ "The witch gave me back what happened, but when I look at my Alpha and my pup... they're strangers to me."​ "I feel so tense and awkward just being in the same room. What am I supposed to do?" Outside, the man and the boy just froze. They finally understood. Some things, once broken, can never be fixed.​

Jack's first love, Alice, came in for her prenatal checkup. Tested positive for Corrosion Sickness. I told him right away. But Jack insisted I was spouting nonsense and went around the pack slandering me—claiming I had no medical ethics, that my surgical skills were a joke, and that I’d killed a fellow werewolf through malpractice. Because of him, the Werewolf Medical Association revoked my healer title, and I was nearly torn apart by the patient’s furious family! On our third mating anniversary, Jack sank silver into my veins. I begged him to save me, but he locked me in a cellar and left me there to die. "Just die already," he said. "I need your estate to have marking ceremony with Alice." The next second, I opened my eyes—I wasn’t dead. I was reborn! I was reborn on the day Alice came in for her prenatal checkup! This time, I won’t tell him the truth. I’m leaving that scumbag behind! Let him and Alice enjoy their filthy love!

I gave everything to save my fated mate, Alpha Austen. I even lost our pups. Twice. But he gave all the credit to his adoptive sister, Seraphina. He called me weak. Useless. He always chose her tears over my scars. He even stood by as her poison shattered my wolf spirit. As I lay dying, I watched him hold my killer and whisper, “I know it wasn’t your fault. This was her fate.” Then I opened my eyes. And I was back. Back before it all went wrong. This time, I’m done explaining. Done sacrificing. Right in front of him, I disguised a potion that would sever our mate bond as a "blessing elixir" and held it to his lips. “My love,” I said, “drink this. It’ll help you comfort your poor little sister.” He drank it without a second thought. In thirty days, under the Blood Moon, our mate bond will be severed for good. But only when I was truly gone did he finally regret it. He knelt before me, again and again, calling himself my fated mate. Begging me to take him back.

Some fates are written in the stars. Others must be rewritten in fire. Lucille, born into the lowest-ranking werewolf pack, the Omegas, called, the Commoners, never imagined the Moon Goddess would mate her to someone so far above her: the heir to the third most powerful man in the nation. But what should have been her salvation became her downfall. Despised and humiliated by her fated mate, Lucille broke a sacred law by rejecting him, unaware of the consequences. Branded a traitor, she was sentenced to five years of servitude in his home, enduring cruel treatment under his command. When she dared to escape, even briefly, the punishment nearly broke her. Then everything changed. A newly elected High Councilor overturned her sentence, granting her the one thing she thought she’d never have again. Freedom. Now Lucille is determined to build a future on her own terms. But fate isn’t done with her yet. When she falls in love with a man who makes her believe in happiness again, she discovers a devastating truth: he is the cousin of her former mate. Their love is forbidden. The laws are clear. And the Goddess may not forgive her a second time. Can love survive when destiny has already spoken? Will Lucille forever be bound to the stigma of her choices forever? Or will fate, give her a second embrace?