Bukan Salah Takdir Novels & Stories

Taken before her time. “You were saying?” Sophia’s quiet voice interrupts my thoughts. “Just be wary of Alpha Hunter,” I warned, not wanting her to be used and discarded like Selene. “He rejected his fated mate based on a false accusation, and she suffered terribly before I rescued her.” “I’m aware,” Sophia whispered. I couldn’t hide my surprised reaction as Sophia continued.

I try not to eavesdrop, but that definitely catches my attention. Luciana exhales, sounding tired. “Didn’t I already tell you? He doesn’t want us to be together. I’m staying away so he’ll miss me.” I can hear the smile in her voice. Salomi looks at her skeptically. “Are you sure he’s your mate? I mean, from what I’ve heard, fated mates can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s literally impossible for him to reject you.” “I honestly don’t know, Salomi. Dante’s being so weird,” she says, and my heart drops. “But that’s what I’ve always liked about him. He’s so principled.”

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He attempted to step away from it, but he couldn't because it kept on following him. Then I remembered what I had seen at the garden's entrance before we entered. Debitus constitutus promissio(Debt Establishment, promise.) It was written in block letters and a language I didn't know I could comprehend until now. No one was able to read it, not even Maya. Aiden had vowed, and he wouldn't escape from it until he fulfilled his wish or until he was dead. He clasped the sword, and his eyes bored into mine. “I'm sorry,” He muttered.

“As long as you don’t hold your breath.” Silvia chuckled and patted her hand. “Give me some credit, girl. Maybe I learned my lesson and I can actually keep it real.” “If you say so.”

Came his curt reply. Everything at the moment was annoying him. It is trying to keep his emotions at bay that was brought about his two faces. He can’t show to his mother how much of a weakling he is when it comes to his wife. Ben has long left the place, he believed he is not needed there for the time being and him been there might a little bit of things up. “Then Alice, she shall be called” His mother uttered as she left him stranded there.

John looked at the interaction, wondering why Luke wasn't as excited as he was about pack life. Leaning forward between the seats, John suggested, "I'm sorry, Luke, if this doesn't make you happy. We can go back." Luke recoiled as if someone had just hit him in the stomach. "No, John, I'm the one sorry. I've been a selfish idiot. Please forgive me!" he apologized. Carla intervened, "Alright, Luke, it's time to man up. Your sourpuss mood is clearly affecting John too! For once, just trust in the Fates! You don't know what's going to happen—maybe you'll find your mate tonight!"

I sighed. “And well, I’m sorry that I was willing to believe Brant. Yes, he’s a piece of shit, but his story, while not exactly believable about you, isn’t one that’s never happened before to me or other guys.” I frowned. “I’m not trying to make excuses. I just know that it’s happened to me and others. Like, look at Jane and how wacko she’s been about Darius. But you weren’t acting like those girls.” I sighed, shaking my head.

“The plains of the times, the plains. What game do you think we're playing?" "I'm wrong, okay, one portion of martabak sultan. Is that all?" "You can drink it with the meatball in front of it, it's delicious. Just once!” "Bastard, there's nothing wrong with this, kid!" "Yes, you're the one who offered lunkhead, if you don't want it, that's fine. I can also kick you out, don't expect me to treat a despicable human who doesn't deserve to live like you!"

“A-Are you alright, Ma’am?” Suddenly, a tear fell from her left eye. I stopped what I’m doing and face her. I caressed her back. “It’s okay, Ma’am. You can tell me.” She smiled. “I’m sorry about that. I just remember something. Becca,” she looked at me and grabbed my hand, and pinched it. “I just want you to know that I don’t want you to regret something. It’s okay if you can’t find you’re the one. It’s fine if you’re not interested in it. But if you feel something strange inside. That something is growing deep within—”