Astoria: Fate's Kiss Novels & Stories

Bridget replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Dr. Smith's eyes sparkled with joy. He pulled Bridget close, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. As they hugged, the stars shone bright above. Their love was blossoming, filled with promise. Dr. Smith held Bridget's hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I'm glad I found you," Dr. Smith whispered. Bridget smiled. "Me too," Bridget replied. Their hearts beat as one, filled with love and happiness.

The way he touched me there, like he owned every piece of me. The island, where everything changed. That kiss. God, that kiss. The date that wasn’t supposed to feel like I’d finally found home. Felicity’s transplant...because of him. He made it happen. Anastasia’s birthday...where all I wanted was to steal him away, keep him for myself, far from the world that kept pulling him back. The water tower—where it hit me. I was too far gone. And if I didn’t pull back now, I never would but staying would destroy everything.

"So if you could just marry us, we'll be on our way." The Priest shook his head vehemently. "I will not!" Sean glared at the man. "Very well." He turned towards me, still holding Anya's hand in his. "Nova,” he said. "I, Beta Sean, reject you as my mate and denounce our bonds given by the Moon Goddess. I no longer have any obligation to you." Every shred of hope and control I had left disappeared as my knees buckled and I slid to the floor, crying. My dad went for Sean again, and the church burst into commotion as men struggled to stop the fight.

“I already told you to leave me the f—” I silenced her with a kiss. Not gentle, not coaxing, but a raw, possessive claiming. A kiss that left no room for argument. Her tears mingled with the taste of whiskey, a strange, heady cocktail that ignited something primal within me. But beneath those sharper notes, I found her, a sweetness that was purely hers, a taste of us, raw and untamed.

Destiny studied him with searing eyes. “Then tell me everything. Leave out nothing.” Torock confessed every vile detail—every deal, every lie, every moment of betrayal. How he tricked Haroon. How he invited the demons into the Realm. Far across the lands, the tremors subsided. Fates and creatures awoke, shaken. “Dad,” a young Fate asked, “what caused us all to black out?” “I don’t know,” he replied, rubbing his temples. “But ReNew sensed something. Something so powerful it made her retreat without a word.”

Alaric pressed his lips on her and Astria hesitated, before eventually kissing him back. Alaric took her hands and placed them on his torso, while he placed his hands on her waist. Their breathing pattern alleviated, while the tempo of their kisses increased with Alaric, seeking dominance. He had totally lost all sense of logic within and acted based on the emotion between them both. Astria was totally lost in the moment. His lips tasted like summer berries and while he pressed on to her bosom, she felt her knees totally going weak.

Anastasia “If you want me to kiss you, you have to lean forward, Crosswalk.” He arches a brow. “I’m not the one offering payment. If you want a pillow, you have to be willing to get it.” I pout at him. “You’re milking the situation! I’m pregnant, for crying out loud!” “That’s all the more reason you need a pillow.” He counters. I curse under my breath. “Fine. We’ll play your game.”

I was the luna that he almost rejected, after all. " Sabrina Fords? Are you willing to honour the moon goddess's wish, to accept the soon-to-be Alpha Rhys Callum as your mate and Alpha, to love and to serve?" Crispy and excited, trembling with the effect of age, the wedding officiator's voice filtered through the air, bringing me back to reality.