Gibdo Bone Novels & Stories

Eleanor worked herself to the bone—three jobs a day, even selling her mother’s only heirloom—all to pay off her boyfriend Luca’s debts. Then, on their third anniversary, she caught him shopping for rings… with her best friend. Turns out, Luca isn’t the struggling artist he pretended to be. He’s the only heir to the city’s most elusive billionaire. Heartbroken and reckless, Eleanor ends up in the arms of an older, devastatingly attractive stranger—a man whose powerful presence and faint resemblance to Luca pull her in like a dangerous dream. Only after she says yes to Luca’s proposal does she discover the truth: The stranger from that night is his father.

“You belong to me, in body and soul.” His voice comes out rough, thick with emotions. “Do you understand or should I make you?” He trails his lips down my collar bone, every contact sending fire through me. *** Freya is an Omega. Yet she disguises herself as an Alpha girl and attends an elite high school only for Alpha bloodlines. If her cover is blown, the consequences will be death. With everything she has on the line, Freya needs to lay low but soon enough, she catches the attention of a golden boy, Silas Bloodmoon, Alpha prince of their pack. Troubles keep coming at her, and she finds herself falling for the playboy. Even though everything she's risked might be a simple game of his.

My wife's soul mate had Rh negative blood just like me. In order to make my wife happy, he donated his bone marrow to me then committed suicide. I was put on the blame for his death. Everyone blamed me for killing him. My wife who received his suicide note went crazy. She started to draw blood from my body. She was extremely cruel. "You owe that to me. He would not have died if not because of you. I am only returning to him something that did not belong to you." When the soul mate reappeared, my wife started looking for me like crazy. She did not know that I had died for losing too much blood.

A human. My mate? No. That wasn't right. Humans were weak. They were servants at best—slaves at worst. They didn't belong with us. They weren't made for love. I turned suddenly and slammed my fist into the stone wall beside me. The sharp crack of bone against stone echoed through the room. The boy had been dragged away, out of my sight, and I still felt the burn of his presence in my chest. My claws had already pushed out, sharp and uncontrollable. My eyes burned, the edges of my vision tinted red. The beast within me was on the edge of taking over. "He's nothing!" I roared to no one in particular. "He can't be my mate!"

When Alexa's parents died, her life seemed to take a huge leap downwards, coupled with the facts that she could not manifest her wolf like every normal werewolf. due to this fact, she is demoted to an omega in the pack and looked down upon. her father's throne is taken over by the beta who is cruel to her. she decides to run away to the human world where she lives until she finds her mate who happens to be the cruel lycan king everyone feared. she hates him to the bone and tried to get ignore the feelings and connection that bubbled in her. the novel is about her journey to discovering her powers and ability and stopping a war that can potentially destroy the mystical world for good.

The last thing that I saw, before all that darkness had consumed me, before everything turned to a deep hole of nothingness and a raging fire. Was the spread of bone wings, torn at the end, like the world had rejected it's ever existence. And i was just a host to fill up that nothingness derived into a whole pit of darkness. After a life threatening incident, Dianna Keith discovers her life has taken a huge turn over that could destroy everything she's believed and dreamed of. As the story goes by a fiery spirited girl , she realizes she can never have the life she used to have before. Not when there was a tormenting darkness inside of her. Not when she was possessed by the ruler of hell.

Did you know that there is no cure for a migraine? However, my wealthy husband never suffered from it because my hands massaged him every day. On the day of my car accident, I begged a passerby to call my husband to save me, but he answered impatiently, "Is it necessary to use such a cheap trick on me just because I refused to take your call?" I could hear the malicious laughter of his childhood crush from the other end of the line. My right hand suffered a permanent bone fracture, while my left hand had signs of muscle deterioration. When the lawyer was done drafting the divorce papers, I signed them with great difficulty and delivered them to him. On the day he suffered a massive migraine, my husband looked at my limp hands and stayed silent for a long time.

The world has been cruel and dreadful to Cleo Remington ever since her father died. She was compelled to leave their province and work her fingers to the bone just to make ends meet. Life is indeed full of unexpected surprises, because in a fortuitous way, her path will cross with Zaccheus Garren Montreal, one of the youngest and most successful business tycoons in town. He's the epitome of power and dominion. A man who has the world wrapped around his fingers. When Cleo met him, she etched it in her mind to keep her distance from him.  Aside from the fact that his rude, blunt, and unfeeling attitude ticks her off, their first encounter was, without a doubt, horrible.  But how can she avoid him when they are living under the same roof and breathing the same air? 

Ariel Montero, a nineteen year old werewolf from the Silver Moon Pack is shocked to her bone upon the discovery that her parents have been brutally murdered and her brother, Aaron is missing. After finding out that the killer is none other than the evil Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, she goes out in a quest for vengeance. Melvin Damon is the son of the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, and when he finds out about Ariel, the girl whose parents his father had killed, he realizes that she is his only chance to redeem himself. He offers to help her in her quest. Together, they venture on a journey of revenge. But with emotions getting high between the pair, nothing is certain in this tale of drama, revenge and self discovery. Find out what happens next.

When my husband, Kevin, and I were at our favorite exclusive restaurant, he ordered a T-bone steak and told the waiter with practiced ease, "The usual, and no arugula in the side salad." I paused, then gently nudged his elbow. "Honey, did you forget? Arugula is my favorite." Kevin's body tensed, and he quickly corrected himself. I even teased him, asking if he was so tired lately that his memory was starting to go. A week later, I came back to the restaurant alone to unwind, only to overhear the young woman at the next table waving to the waiter with a smile. "The T-bone again, and no arugula in the salad. Just put it on my husband's tab." "The account number is 8993." My knife and fork clattered against the bone china plate. That string of numbers was my husband's private phone number.