Dehshat E Maat Novels & Stories

I stared at him, an unexplainable sadness stirring within me. "Then, would you be willing to become my fated mate?" I asked. He froze, surprised by my sudden question. He fell silent. I knew then that he was hesitating, struggling. He only desired to keep me as a toy, but he wasn’t willing to pay the ultimate price. "What? Not willing?" I laughed, "Your ‘love’ is worthless after all." "James, stop insulting me with your hypocrisy." I said coldly, turning to leave. "Emily!" He called out urgently, "Don’t be so unreasonable! I’ve humbled myself; what more do you want?"

"Mate" ***

“You may have your seats.” “To the business at hand. We have a new decree and it automatically becomes a law once I read it out, got it?” My eyes scanned the entire hall before I turned to Jerome to continue. He heaved a sigh softly, expelling hot air from his mouth then he began to read out the decree. “A law against mistreatment of mates.” His gruffy chill voice rang out. “From now henceforth, On no account should a mate be found mistreating their mate. No one should keep a female/male close to them if they are mated.

They all nodded together. Shiro nodded once more. “Alright then.” “Wait a second.” Megat suddenly stopped Shiro, then he looked at Matthew. “I’ve been feeling a little dejavu every time I look at you. Have we met somewhere before?” Matthew rolled his eyes upwards, trying to remember but nothing came to mind. “No, I don’t think so.” “Is that so? What’s your name by the way?” He asked further. “Matthew.” Megat flinched when he heard it but he tried to hide it. “I see. Well then, off you go. May we cross paths again.”

warm, musky, a sharp tang of sweat and skin that’s all Matthew, dark and forbidden, like licking the edge of damnation itself. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that…” Matthew gasps, rocking back into Khatri’s tongue as it plunges into his hole, fucking him with a slow, greedy thrust. That’s the sign Khatri needs to stop eating his boy’s ass because he needs to be buried deep inside him before either of them cums.

Making our wolves say the one thing we both have been waiting for "MATE"

Maat Layan Maat Matthew, my childhood friend, my other half, Maat Layan Maat, they killed him, they killed him, ahhh, my heart is tearing apart in pain, ahhh, my mother, I am in pain Layan embraced him tightly, crying intensely for her son, who had just lost a friend, and weeping for her condition, as her child died, he died, and the joy inside all of them died. They did not take long to rejoice at the liberation of the four and their return, until they lost one of them, so that their joy turned into a funeral, and sadness envelops the castle over the death of one of its blooming roses. Sadness continued in the kingdom of darkness for only days. Do not be surprised, yes, because there is no

Matha looks at me, she looks at me with her eyes that have seen everything, understood everything, accepted everything, loved everything, for six years, since I arrived at her house, since I fell, since I got back up, since I walked, ran, soared, dominated, destroyed, built, loved, hated, lived, died, resurrected, and she says to me, in a soft voice, a tender voice, a voice that is that of the mother, of the one who chose, who wanted, who loved, who protected, who defended, who saved, without ever asking for anything in return, without ever expecting anything, without ever demanding anything, except that I be happy, except that I live, except that I love, except that I be myself: "Then let y

Time was of the essence, for only a few fleeting seconds remained before it would be impossible for his spirit to return. As they brought his lifeless form onto a bench, Fateema Fatta, filled with apprehension, questioned the delay in his awakening. "Why hasn't he opened his eyes yet, Mum?" she asked, her voice trembling with urgency. "I am sorry, my child. It seems we have lost his spirit to the underworld. I fear he is gone for good," Fateema's mother responded with a sigh of defeat, her voice laden with sorrow. "No! No... no, no, no!" Fateema repeated each "no," the intensity diminishing with each repetition as she grew weaker and overwhelmed by her emotions. Collapsing beside Mathias, sh

If you look at what you have in life, you'll always have more. If you look at what you don't have in life, you'll never have enough. -Oprah Winfrey If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your Salah can't Happy reading…… Meerab p.o.v " Look at you…. Glowing " I tease the pretty bride . Instead of blushing she just smiled. I frown at her behaviour . " Mannat get up , you have a parlour appointment " her mother said in a hard tone.