Athing Mu Fiance Novels & Stories

I didn’t stop at one. He watched me quietly before finally speaking. “So heartbroken that your fiancé knocked someone else up?” I snorted, lifting my glass again. “Heartbroken? No. It’s not that.” I tipped the drink back, savoring the heat. “It’s just… disgusting. That I ever let myself be with Liam. That I let him think he had me.” His eyes darkened, his fingers drumming once on the counter. “But the engagement is off now.” He leaned in, his voice lowering, brushing against my ear. “And truth? Even if it hadn’t ended like this, I was never going to let you marry him.”

Alpha Fiama The thought of him touching was enough to make me throw up on the spot. Undoubtedly I wasn't giving him the chance to touch me either. Mating was too far to talk about. "What happened, Fiama? Why did you lose your voice suddenly?", he uttered, dragging me out of my thought. "I never thought you would take so much time to agree on this. After all, you love your perfect mate, right?", he laughed aloud. "I love him that doesn't mean I will sell myself for him", I groaned. "This shitty thing will look good in your fucking imaginary world"

Repressing the anger somewhere inside me, I looked at him coldly and said: “Do not worry about it, Athos . What I feel for you is just desire, lust. I am young, but not stupid enough to mistake it for love or anything else. He blinked several times, looking slightly confused, surprised, but he soon recovered. - Excellent. That's better. If we're really going to get married, we're going to do it today. Get all your documents and let's go. At that moment, Marina walked across the room with a smile that spread from ear to ear. He was obviously hearing everything from the other room. "Oh my God, I can't believe you are getting married!" She came towards me, arms outstretched, and I stood up to h

I mutter, feeling insecure. "I love you, and I'll never get tired of saying it." "Oh, for heaven's sake!" I growl irritably. "Let's see how much you love me, Athos Mazza!" I retort feeling mischievous and cross the street, entering a bar shortly after. "Hi, can I have a Gim, please?" I ask, and after sitting on a high stool, I turn to face the place. Cozy and somewhat attractive, but due to the time, it's not very crowded. I think, and soon I feel my purse vibrating. Curious, I open it and see my fiancé's smile shining on the screen of my phone. "Jerk!" I retort and completely forget about it.

It was still early. I didn't know what possessed me, but on a whim, I opened "SimonLovesClaire" profile again. Sure enough, there was a new post. It was already gaining traction, and the title alone made me laugh out loud. [My fiancée found out I donated to my true-love streamer. She got jealous and threw a tantrum about canceling the engagement. Urgent, need advice. [By the end of the year, I'm supposed to get married to my fiancée. Our relationship has always been stable.

“I… I.. I didn't know she was getting married. I'm sorry. She never told me. I would never have had anything to do with her if I knew she was getting married. You have to believe me.” "How long, Liam?" He licked his lips. "We've been seeing each other for seven months." I rose and gestured to Luca, then put my hands on my hips. Seven months this brutto figlio di puttana bastardo had been putting his d*ck in her. Cazzo, what had Mancini been thinking, letting his incredibly hot daughter loose on the streets of Toronto? Luca put some effort behind this kick and Liam curled up in a tiny ball, gasping. "Please, no more," he begged. "I think you broke a rib."

he growled. She slowed down to collect her purse from Tammy. “I don’t have to do anything you want,” she said. “Yes, you do. I am your fiance, and you still need me to complete your father’s payment.” She stopped, and Damon felt a small smile tug on his lips. His family had been financing Marcus Hale’s treatment for a while now, even sending their best healers. And he had no doubt that they would come forward now as well, but only if he said so.

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

"All right, let me tell you that your so-called mate is engaged to be married. Not only that, but he wants to make her Luna very soon. Eat that up, sweetie." Zion drew out his words and looked me up and down with a look of disgust, while Amari gasped. My tongue became a stone in my mouth, and I looked away, confused and troubled by the news. "You don't believe me," he said with a half-cocked smile. "You can ask anyone. That guy doesn't love you, and he never will. His baby is on the way. I've told you countless times that this mating bond is a load of bullcrap and that you should look beyond your sexual fantasies for the Alpha."

Finality rang in her tone. “Athena. No, we can’t just divorce. We are mates. Destined mates,” he said desperately, wishing he could hold her. “Just listen to me. We can get through…” “How did I forget that? To have you finally out of my life, I have to…” Her brows scrunched up in concentration, and the sudden look on her face made him realise she was talking to her wolf. “This is not good,” Aeth growled in a dreadful tone.