Eres Mi Alma Gemela Novels & Stories

I drift near a tray of silver beads, pretending to examine a brooch shaped like a crescent. “Headaches common after ceremonies,” a voice said on my shoulder, gentle. I wasn't scared, but my wolf raised her head. Gemma stood there in charcoal, hair braided back, ink messed on her fingers, passing for any other citizen who wrote more than she fought. She tucked a coin into the salt seller’s hand and turned to me like we had planned this. I answered softly, “I’m hydrating.” “Good.” Her gaze dropped to my chest for a minute, then returned to my face. “Pretty pendant. Old work?” “My mother’s.” I kept my voice mild, noncommittal.

Well, if Alma wanted a castle, he'd get it for her. "Son, maybe with some women, that's true, but with other women, to a lesser extent, of course, it's not..." And that's the case with Alma... They don't need diamonds because they are already a jewel. Angelica explained wisely. "Just because all of your former partners have been happy with the gifts you gave them, doesn't mean Alma will be too..."

The thought of spending the next couple of months dodging males like Cole and his crew (basically the whole of Rogueland) sent a shiver of dread down my spine, and for the second time that night I felt another onset of tears coming in. Without a word, Paula got up from the booth seat and disappeared to the kitchen, and for about five minutes I was left alone in the diner wondering what could’ve set her off until she returned holding something concealed in a velvet pouch. Her movements were furtive as she sidled over, reaching over to pull the blinds down behind me before lowering herself down into her former spot. When she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper. “You’re a smart girl, Gemma” s

Amy swerved in the opposite direction to avoid being struck by the woman a second time. She glanced hard through the passenger window at the albino woman. The albino hitwoman looked like a porn actress from another world. Amy could see that the woman shared physical characteristics with Irena’s albino bodyguard, who she killed back at the auto factory. But the albino woman looked more demonic than her male counterpart. Her eyes seemed to glow brighter than the daylight. Amy did not know that the albino woman was Jenatrix. The woman she met and talked with at the car dealership. When Amy met Jenatrix, she saw her in her human form, and seeing the assassin in her true extraterrestrial form mad

My phone chose that moment to ring and when I saw the caller ID, my jaw clenched tight. Clicking on the receive button, I pressed the phone against my ear. “What?” “The elders want to meet you, alpha,” Sebastian said from the other end of the line. “And I should stand up and start coming?” “They already know Amira is your mate” he said, “they want you the conduct your mark and mate ceremony… soon”

Mia muttered taking her seat on the couch, Dylan was not yet in the office it was just she and her fiancee. Alessio sat with a bright smile curved on his face, he looked like an ordinary man from his attire but his demigod facial features made him stand out and look different from others. "I came to visit you before you could pay me one, I missed you. It's been days already, you did not give me a call yesterday too, and the day before." Alessio muttered in a cool voice flashing Mia a smile. "Of course, I didn't call you, I was busy and could not find time to calm you," Mia remarked she did not look happy seeing him in her office.

Isabella commented, “but a well-intentioned nut, I guess.” “The best kind,” Veronica agreed. The parchments revealed the story of Lydia and Cecilia, the original owners of the Gemini Heart. They were twin sisters, inseparable from birth, who had fallen in love with the same man. Their rivalry had torn them apart, their bond shattered by jealousy and betrayal. In a desperate attempt to mend their relationship, they had sought the help of the alchemist, who gifted them the Gemini Heart. “So, they were twins, not just best friends,” Isabella said, her brow furrowed. “Does that change anything?”

I demanded. “You opened the box.” She started fidgeting her fingers for a second. Eventually, she agreed and handed me the pendant. I put the gem on top of it. We watched it seal itself around the pendant. Then it glowed. I stepped closer to Mismaia so she can have a see. It was showing me something again. It was mom. Looked like she was in a park or something. She had in her hand what seemed to be a broken, slab-shaped quarter of a circle. It was small, the same size as a water bottle cap. And it looked old and worn down. It had inscriptions on it but I couldn’t quite make out the words. It’s in gibberish again.

Gemma's curiosity was palpable even through the phone. "I discovered my fated mate tonight," I revealed, and her reaction was immediate and explosive. Her scream was so loud that I had to quickly pull the phone away from my ear, wincing as the sound reverberated. Ria, my wolf, hissed in response. "Please tell me he's a handsome hunk," Gemma exclaimed, her excitement undeterred by the volume of her own voice. "He's not just handsome and sexy, but he's also the Alpha of Cains," I admitted, a mixture of awe and concern flooding my tone.