A Not So Meet Cute Novels & Stories

she shortly answered. He nod then smirk again. "I see... I can't believe that will be meeting once again, Grace in this kind of scenario." he said then lay down on the floor. "The last time I saw you was when you were just third year high school." he said then sat down again. "I'm sorry but I don't remember that we met." she said. "Oh... Nothing." he said then stood-up. "Do you want something to drink?" he asked. "No, thanks." she replied.

Edward said quietly, his voice full of sadness. Mark stood up and started pacing the room. “She’s an Omega, Edward!” he snapped. “Does that really matter?” Edward asked softly. He had thought about it all. He remembered the first time he met Lucille. He had fallen for her right away and promised himself he’d come back for her. But when he told his parents and Mark, they refused. They said she wasn't his type. Edward kept thinking about her but tried to stay away. Just when he thought he had forgotten her, she showed up at his university with a scholarship.

Brandon Well, butter me up and call me a biscuit. I dabbed slightly at the beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I was never one of those people who obsessed over meeting their mate—especially not this early. I always figured I’d meet her in college or sometime after, not the scrawny, fancy British girl who lived next door. I’m not complaining though. She’s gorgeous. Exactly my type—clean, smells nice, and intelligent too. Props to the moon goddess for real.

It was packed with text. The first line read: “We met last winter in London. I accidentally spilled coffee on him, so I took him out to dinner to apologize. After that, we slowly got closer…” A cliche meet-cute straight out of some rom-com. Honestly, I was pretty sure Lucian hadn’t even read this yet. Otherwise, there’s no way he could’ve kept that straight-faced, dead-serious expression earlier. Halfway through the document, something caught my eye. A Q&A section.

“What’s that?” “Oh, that’s what the kids are calling it these days. It’s when two people meet under funny or cute circumstances, and they share a laugh, and the next thing you know, they’re falling in love.” She sighed and her eyes glossed over as if she were thinking back to a meet-cute of her own. “I like to watch sometimes when I know one is coming up. It’s just so... romantic. Anyway, your Memory will be just fine, once Dakota Brooks enters her life, in just a couple of minutes.”

I immediately looked at Key and Damian, realizing that this time it was the two of them who saved me from danger. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I too feel like this place is a little dirty and doesn't suit me being clean!” I defended myself, obviously, because I didn't feel wrong. "What's your problem? You don't usually act disgusting like this!" Damian also asked, I then looked at him in annoyance. Does not matter. Most importantly, I can attract Key's attention. And sure enough, Key didn't even take his eyes off me. That's right, Ben's recipe book for love really worked. Effective to attract the attention of people we like. But, I also find it strange. Is this true, or is it just me.

As soon as we were apart, he shifted to the end of the car, putting some meaningful distance between us. And that was another thing about the man -he was too nice to me. Even if all he was doing was a pretense, it was still too much for me to bear. What if the man got into trouble with Alpha Damon because of me? Other than Miss Aurora and Gamma Samuel, no other person had acted this nice to me. So, yes, what if this was another plan between the man and Alpha Damon?

"Well, he seemed nice at first, but it turns out he's not my type. We just didn't click, you know?" I chuckled, knowing the unpredictability of dating. "Ah, the struggles of finding the right match. So, what went wrong?" Aurora leaned back on the couch, pondering. "I don't know, Ava. He just didn't have that spark, that special something. And you know me, I can't settle for anything less than amazing." I grinned, teasingly poking Aurora. "Ah, so it's extraordinary or nothing for you, huh?" Aurora jokingly rolled her eyes. "Exactly! Life is too short to settle for average."

"But hearing that—it tears me apart. Because it sounds like you don’t want me. Or my wolf. That you don’t want us. Like you don't want to be with me, live with me, stay with me..." "You... Where do I fit in all this? What are we to each other?" "Mates!" he snapped, frustrated. "We’re mates!" "You’ve said that. Your mom said it. But I still don’t get it." It sounded romantic, but foreign. I'd read a psychology article once—how most couples meet due to proximity, shared spaces like coworkers or neighbors, mutual friends. Not soulmates. It made sense. Practical sense. " Didn't you read it in the book mom gave you?" he asked.

Icen Evren Knight, you’re in trouble. Her smile fades a little. Her lips pout. “A meet-cute.” “What?” I turned my head sharply to look at her, the sudden shift in topic throwing me off balance. “We need a meet-cute, Ice.” The way she truncated my name—God, hearing her say my name? Unfair. It sounded like a claim. My pants tighten, the sudden flood of lust so strong I had to physically adjust in my seat, trying not to groan. “Your family and friends will ask how we met,” she says simply, recognizing the practical necessity of the lie.