Dehshat E Maat Novels & Stories

I entered my room to see Kara there, she had been locking the windows and Changed the sheets to a new one, She looked like she was in a hurry, to do so “ hello dear, do you need anything else to eat I can tell the servants to cook you something” “ oh no Kara thank you,… Kara?” I called to her as I sat on the bed, “ what is a true mate?” “ oh dear, a true mate, is a mate the moon goddess had bestowed and blessed to a person, a destiny, they aren’t Betrothed mates by law, but they would call to one another like a song” she explained carrying the old sheets

He said as if that meant something. "What? What are you talking about?" "You're my mate." "You already said that. What's exactly is a mate?" He stood in the middle of the room. "A mate is someone who you are destined to be with for the rest of your life. It's why you feel the sparks when I touch you or why you're always thinking of me." "Who says I think about you?" I snapped. "Do you not?" He eyed me.

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?"

“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.

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

HARD! Was what the message said along with so many emoji's,there was eggplant,water fall,teary eye and a peach emoji,even of Mathew was not a fan of texting or using emojis he definitely knew what these emojis represent in a dirty manner, chuckling he closed the phone and dropped it on the table,he didn't want to think about the party she needed to ride him to go to,even if riding him didn't sound like a bad idea,with a smile on his face he pulled Mae into the crook of his arms,untangling the sheets from her body as he covered them both, kissing her head he inhaled her smell in before shutting his eyes and going to sleep.the only thought in his mind was how to love Mae More so he could convi

{that's hilarious} "What is that for bitch?" Matt and Layla both said in unison while trying to control their mates, making me laugh harder. "It's fun to tease extra possessive mates," I reasoned with them while they glared at me. "May the moon goddess give you the most possessive mate of this whole world" as soon these words escaped Layla's lips, her eyes widened, and matt looked at her in shock. "Moon goddess loves me; that's why my mate rejected me on the spot, Layla," I said in the same playful manner to not make her feel guilty but inside, I knew that these words had a significant impact on my heart.