Destined To Meet You Novels & Stories

And it all had to do with one word: DESTINY. Oh no. Oh great God no. Garrix quickly pieced it together. Zayne and Scarlett had crossed paths. And without even knowing it, they've known eachother's pheromones. And if they don't reconnect soon, they'd rather break every bone in their body before die trying. It was by nature for two beings to be bound by destiny to become... ...to become... ...to...become-- "Principal Garrix?" Kairos pulled his sleeve like a child. The said man blinked finally once out of his thoughts. He recomposed himself, letting out a short dry cough. "Yes, Ms. Finnegan?"

I am hanging out with her today and figured I would see if we could stop by. "Oh well that should be ok. Is she a nice girl Trevor because you deserve a nice girl." she said sternly. "I think she is. Her name is Celeste and she has been through a lot. We met through James he is dating her best friend." " Ok well dinner is at 5 don't be late and I can't wait to meet her. Love you." she said as she hung up. Celeste was heading back to the car. "Hey thanks for waiting out here for me." She climbed in to my truck.

Just then my phone pinged with the notifications of another message and the card went up a few inches on my phone screen. I will pick you up by 7 for the event, be ready. Mac. My heart rate picked up once more as I scanned the card for the date in question, it was the next day! I jumped down from the bed forcefully and began to prance around the room. I wasn't ready for this, no. I wasn't ready to meet all the numerous people waiting to judge and point fingers at me after what happened days before. I didn't need anyone to tell me that members of Mac's pack were going to be there and I didn't need to see the scorn on their faces one more time.

“She was begging me, Tristan. She was terrified. She thought I could stop you.” Tristan exhaled, shaking his head. “She came to the wrong person, then.” Florence’s stomach twisted. “So, that’s it? You don’t care?” His eyes locked onto hers, intense and unyielding. “I care about what’s mine.” Florence froze. “What’s yours?” she echoed, her heart pounding. Tristan stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “You,” he said simply. “You are mine, Florence.” A shiver ran down her spine. Not out of fear—but something else. Something she didn’t want to name.

As we grew closer, we promised each other that we would get to pop the first meeting cherry together, that is both of us would get to see the view of the other at the same time, and we would turn it into a tradition; of the first time we popped our ‘cherry’. I held my small white cardboard with the names Lillie Calo close and tight to me, as I waited and waited for my friend whom I treated as a sister. Anxiety laced with excitement overwhelming my body as I thought of what her first impressions of me would be. It was a delightful experience though, that I was glad to be going through.

"Calm down, Susan. It's not even that scary. Most people wish to meet their mates on their birthday when they turn 18 but your case is different. If you know that the possibility of meeting your mate is so low then what's there to worry about? Just relax," I tried to comfort her.

And yet, amid the warmth of his embrace, Cindy’s earlier claim echoed once more: That man in front of you is our destiny. Destiny. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, crashing into every part of me and stealing the air from my lungs. It wasn’t just fleeting emotion or a sudden spark of affection—it was something profound, ancient, and undeniable. This was far greater than the fragile connections I had known before. This was destiny itself, an unbreakable bond crafted by the hands of the Moon Goddess, stretching across time and space to bring us together.

I had been living life by the books and look where that got me, a failed ten year relationship and a failed engagement. "I'll marry you. In fact let's do it right now before going to see my father." I could tell my answer caught him by surprise but I had made up my mind. It's time to live life a little dangerously.

He was already done packing up when he saw her. “Hello, I’ve never seen you before,“ he smiled. And what a smile it was. The guy was born to be a supermodel. He extended his hand. Suzanne took it and watched her hand disappear in his. His hand was so large. She wondered if everything else about his was large as well. “I’m Suzanne Summers. Your mother sent me here to meet you.” Tom’s eyes narrowed and he dropped the handshake, “Excuse me?” “She’s here with us right now in spirit. She’ll be leaving for the rainbow bridge in 5 days but she wants to say goodbye to you before she leaves for good.”

Two days later, William messaged Rosaline on WeChat. W: “Hey! How are you doing?” R: “Great! What about you?” W: “I’m fine! Can we meet?” R: “...” W: “Got something important to discuss.” R: “Alright. Where?” W: “The Pavilion. Private Room called Splendours.” R: “Okay. 5 pm?” W: “Sure. Make sure to avoid being seen or recognized.”