Astoria: Fate's Kiss 소설 & 이야기

she laughed as she walked towards the door and opened it. She gaped at him for a moment, Noor didn’t expect to see a handsome young man who wore a sky blue kaftan, an apple watch that is worth her school fees for at least four years, black loafers, and Cartier sunglasses "Afraah if you’re ready let’s go," he said in a deep calm tone that almost melted Noor’s heart

" I belong to you" The other alphas became silent as the rain just started to pick back up. We'll need to go indoors before the wind picks up when the storm's eye passes over us. Jack will bring me right here to the podium in front of everyone, hurricane be damned, I'm half certain of it. His entire body is as immovable as stone as his eyes flutter shut and forehead furrows. My thoughts are hazy. I'm unable to decide what I want. The need to taste his blood on my tongue is still pulsing, burning, and tingling with pleasure from the bite.

The fear of potential ostracization, triggered by the revelation of my orphan status, momentarily silenced me. Stammering, I replied, "I... My parents work abroad and only return home occasionally." "I see... Are you living with your boyfriend right now?" Chloe asked, briefly pausing before continuing her words, "I saw you staring at a snapshot of you and a man during lunch break."

Then I hooked it with my toe, kicked it up into my hand, and tossed the tiny scrap of lace straight toward him. He caught it out of the air, immediately bringing the soaked fabric to his nose. He inhaled deeply, letting out a husky murmur. "How the fuck do you smell so damn fruity?" Astor suddenly stood up from the edge of his desk and he began walking slowly toward me. I paused my movements, my breath catching in my throat, the muscles in my back stiffening slightly. Within seconds, he reached me, closing the distance until we were standing just inches apart, both of us staring directly into each other's eyes.

He brings my finger to his lips and presses a kiss against the very tip of it. My abdomen tightens at this tame action. “But I can do my very best to change your mind.” His smile is both wicked and charming, and I can’t get my traitorous heart under control. I watch helplessly as he turns my hand around to press a wet kiss to the center of my palm. “Let’s see which one of us manages to hold out the longest.” “Charlotte, the lemon tarts are cool—” Jazz’s voice dies as she walks out of the kitchen and straight into the scene playing out before her. “Ah, you two need some privacy?”

Etched into it was the Brawnstorm crest, a storm-wolf howling into the wind. “This is it,” Kael said, climbing out before turning to offer his hand again. “Home.” I hesitated. The air was colder than I was used to, but the chill wasn’t what made me shiver, it was the quiet. No scolding voices. No sharp footsteps down polished halls. No Jared. Just wind and snow, and him. I took his hand. His people bowed their heads respectfully as we passed through the gates. None looked away in disgust, none wrinkled their noses at my scent.

“I love you.” She whispered back, her hand on his chest over his heart. “I know. I love you too.” And then he let go. As their climax met, light burst from the stone circle around them, not blinding, but warm. Holy. Pure. They collapsed into each other, breathless and wrapped in silence. This was the moment fate had been sealed. Not broken. Bound. Just as Mae shifted to sit up, her limbs still wrapped loosely around Ashar’s waist, the ground beneath them glowed. Not softly. It ignited.

"Julia, why are you still here? Don't disturb Vivian while she is getting ready. I don't have time to attend your wedding today. Take a cab yourself later." I nodded calmly, lifted my skirt, and walked out of the Giordano estate. Luca's entourage had already arrived at the gates. More than a dozen flashy luxury cars blocked the entrance. When Vivian stepped outside, waves of whistles erupted. Luca stood at the front holding a bouquet, with one hand in his pocket, a wicked smile playing at the corner of his lips. Vivian was thrilled. She rushed over, threw her arms around him, and gave him a passionate kiss.

Someone starts howling, and others join in until the night air is filled with the sound of celebration. I can only stand there and watch. There's nothing I can do. "Aria?" I barely register my name. Everything feels distant, muffled, like I'm underwater. Celeste breaks the kiss and turns to look at me over Declan's shoulder. Her eyes find mine, and I see something flicker there. Triumph? Pity? "Oh, Aria." She steps toward me, and Declan's hand falls away from her waist. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. The fated bond—it just appeared, and we couldn't fight it. You understand, don't you?"