Checkmates Book Novels & Stories

I took a glass and suggested a toast, everyone raised their glasses. "Cheers!" We all said. I might not have Alexis but this is all i need. ** That's it! The final end of The Beautiful Nerd! I really hope you enjoyed the story of Alexis and Kyle! Thank you for reading through the plot holes and terrible grammar. There's a book two titled: The Wedding Planner, available on my profile! Thank you once again!

Carla Mathew was unable to keep his mouth shut in response to any of my questions; he then gently took my hand and admitted, "yes, yes, I have so much great feelings for you. If something terrible had happened to you, then it would have been the end for me as well. I don't understand how I can say that given that I am aware that you are the queen of all the werewolves and that you already have a mate. But I just can't seem to stop doing this to myself. The only thing that would make me happy right now is to embrace you and kiss you. I've given serious consideration to eloping with you."

But today she came early to meet me as we were leaving after lunch. We talk for an hour and I have already become a fan of hers. In this one hour, she was busy praising her mate. And I was happy they got a chance, and they are now happy together. After lunch, we are now standing in the living room saying our goodbye. “Andrea, Look I wanted to come and talk with you. But this Caleb bring me today,” she complains. “It’s OK. at least we met. Otherwise, I would have regretted it. And Caleb you should have brought her before.” I say angrily and he hides behind his mate. Who will say he is the Gamma of this pack?

Questions. I found myself wandering into the estate library. The familiar scent of old books usually helped calm me. Today it failed. I pulled a random book from a shelf and attempted to read. Five pages later, I realized I hadn't absorbed a single word. My thoughts drifted elsewhere. To Lucas. To rejection. To humiliation. To standing before an entire pack while my mate chose another woman. A bitter ache rose inside me. Then, unexpectedly, another memory followed. Not Lucas. Kael. You had my respect.

Chapter 2 I woke up with the feeling of being watched. Damien sat in the armchair beside the bed, the nightlight casting sharp shadows across his face. His eyes were dark and hungry, his cock was straining visibly against his trousers. The collar felt heavier now like a constant reminder. He didn’t say a word, he simply stood up and climbed over me. That night he took me again; slow and deep. He pinned my wrists above my head and fucked me until I was sobbing his name.

The subtle shuffling of papers and the nonchalant posture she assumes create the illusion of a casual reader engrossed in a novel. The door creaks open almost immediately and Marisol is not surprised to see Caleb walk in. His eyes ever so suspicious as he takes in the sight Marisol sits admists. "What are you doing, Marisol? Why the sudden interest in the pack's layout?" “Morning to you too, Caleb, Alpha of Redwood.” She answers, looking up from her book. Caleb sighs tiredly, running a hand through his hair. “What are you up to this time around, Marisol? You accosted my mate in the kitchen with weird questions too. What is all this about?”

ACE The bro code is straightforward about shit like this. A fellow bro’s girlfriend is off limits, so I’m pretty sure it’s even stricter when it’s a fated mate and not just a girlfriend. Once Nick dropped the literal bomb of being her mate yesterday, I knew that I had to make an effort to get her out of my head, because despite how much of an asshole Xander was being, the truth remains that neither of us would’ve been comfortable with the others fucking a girl that turned out to be a mate.

The book almost fell from my hands as I began to run back to the palace. How did I not think about it? How did I not remember that I had seven dead mates and being intimate with one would obviously lead to the same fate. I ran, tears blinding me, the heavy pages of the book slapping against my side. Seven dead mates. And now....him. My chest burned as I stumbled up the palace steps, clutching the book. "Moon Goddess." I gasped, the plea ripping from my throat. "Please.... Don't take this one too."

With that she turned and walked away, leaving me at the door to Jane’s room. I opened the door slowly and there she was lying on the bed with her hair spread around her like a halo. Goddess, she is so beautiful. What was I thinking all this time? I walked over toward the bed and sat on the edge. I leaned down to the left of her neck near her marking spot and kissed it. Then I called on Spartis to come forward and as he did, he began to sniff her scent and lick her marking spot just as she softly moaned. I felt my teeth elongate and Spartis bit down on her soft skin, puncturing through and marking her. She groans for a moment at the intrusion of my fangs into her neck. Spartis stays put as hi

“How did you expect me to react when he was trying to snatch my fiance? You are my mate, Rosaline. Even though you are not my fated mate, I have chosen you as my mate. I won't just sit back and watch someone claim my mate as his mate. I want you to go and reject him. Sever the mate bond. I can't tolerate him near you. He didn't mark you so it will be easy. He's staying in the same hotel. After reaching there you are going to him and reject him as your Mate.” I was shocked to see this side of him. He was behaving like an over possessive Mate. But how does he know that I'm Alexei’s Mate? Does he also know that I'm not Rosaline Davenport but Angelica Sokolov? “How do you know he's my Mate? I do