Agape Novels & Stories

He rolled his eyes and I almost laughed at his gesture, then he took my hand and we walk into the room. Agape is sitting in the bed, tears in her eyes as she looks down to her hands on her knees. Gideon is sitting on the floor and barely lifts his eyes when he sees us, he curses, then gets up and puts himself in front of Agape, protecting her. "I take all responsibility, Alpha." I let go of Caleb's hand and I walk to him and hug him. I know everyone is taken by surprise, but I follow my instincts and compulsiveness 99% of the time, I wasn't going to make an exception now. Agape looks up at us and

Adam's eyes glinted with enthusiasm Man the bugger didn't know just when to fuck off, if only just if only "My mother" Luciano's reply came through gritted teeth "to be assisted by Jordan" Without waiting to hear his further complaints, he'd stormed off, looking to placate his future mate. ***** Glossary Avian- Winged Shifter species Lupine- Land based shifter species mainly Wolvish in nature

- Your mother said you'll play with him tomorrow, didn't she? – Kyara nodded – So you'll stop crying and won't yell at your mother anymore, understand Kyara? - Liam spoke all the time seriously. He didn't like to see this scene. - Got it, Dad. - Now apologize to your mother. Kyara looked at me and hugged my leg. - Sorry, Mom. I patted her head. - Fine my love. Kyara smiled and ran across the garden seeing Adele there. I stared at Liam and bit my bottom lip, he pulled me by the waist and kissed my forehead.

He has another one on his back with the Greek words agape, pistis, and theos. Love, Faith, and God "Morning, sis," he greets with a smile as he plays with his damp hair, brushing it back. "Sorry about the steam kind of cold in the morning." "It's okay," I say quietly. Ares groans, rubbing his face. "Effie, please speak up." I could tell by the sound of his voice he was cranky from waking up early for work. "You are seventeen, and you're not making friends with that soundless voice."

—it was genuinely observant, like he was looking at a rare piece of art. ​"I'm Mateo Velez," he said, stepping forward to help me stabilize the heavy tripod before it could tip. "I’m on the board of directors. And unfortunately for my sanity, I’m also Luke’s oldest friend." ​"Hannah Martin," I replied, regaining my composure. "Is he always... like that?"

Gregory cried out, his voice echoing in the empty office, questioning the Moon Goddess's choice of mate for him. The room felt too small, suffocating under the weight of his discontent. Ever since he was eighteen, Gregory had waited patiently for his mate, constantly feeling a pang of sadness whenever a pack member came to register their bond. Each union felt like a taunt, a reminder of the bond he longed for. Now, at forty-one, the Moon Goddess finally decided to grace him with a mate—a weakling of an omega. It felt as if his patience and loyalty had been rewarded with a cruel joke.

he breathes into my hair. "For what?" "For hauling me home. For remaining. For instructing me that no feeling is permanent." I flatten my palm against his chest. His heart drums steady under my hand. "Always." The Penobscot Building pumps its steady red beat. The old train station watches. And Julian Croft has finally, genuinely, excavated peace. Not in vengeance. Not in justice. In the words of a mother who loved him ferociously enough to inscribe it all down. It's sufficient. It's more than sufficient. It's everything.

Raphael says, while Chris scoffs. "Omo Yoruba!" Chris says still smiling. "My mum isn't a tribalist like you!" Raphael frowns. His facial expression changes, making Chris wonder what suddenly happened. "Everyone in this family has accepted me, but Alex case is something I can't seem to place my hands on. The girl literally hates me. We haven't talked that much, but I can see the hatred in her eyes. I know it's hard accepting me as her brother, because frankly speaking, I see her like any other girl, but I don't hate her," Raphael says.

he says. He slips his hand to the small of my back and pulls me against him. He traces his fingers along my cheek and runs them through my hair, bringing his lips closer to mine. He's not staring at my lips, though. He's looking straight into my eyes and his are full of something I can't place. It's not lust this time, it's more like a look of appreciation. My hands are on his shoulders, so I slowly run them up his neck and through his hair, enjoying whatever this silent moment is that's occurring between us. His chest rises and falls against the rhythm of mine and his eyes begin searching my face, scrolling over every feature.

"They had no right to say those things." "I agree, Haven. But you called Abby Godless?" "It's true. God is love and she does not spread love. She spreads hate all over the place. That's not right." "You guys have been friends forever. Don't you think you should apologize?" Heath questioned. "I will when she does. She was rude first." "What happened to turn the other cheek, Hav?" "I don't think that applies when someone calls my boyfriend a demon!" I exclaimed. "Fine. What's going on with you and Grace? She said you guys are in a bad spot?"