Novel & Cerita Fate Grand Order Fanfiction

I leaned back against the bed, pushing my hips forward with a grin. “She’s definitely shy,” I muttered—though I barely believed it. Maybe the old Freya would be. This one? She might just be trying to wash my scent off her skin. That thought only deepened my smirk. “Unfortunately, Freya,” I murmured, “I’ll engrave my scent into your soul.” That way, she’d never wash me away. I picked up the spoon she’d used, cleaning it carefully, as though it held part of her. “Breakfast never tasted better.”

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

"The same stranger you tried to impress but couldn’t, besides it seems like you did your little research because I don’t remember telling you his name and I’m sure Khalil didn’t tell you either" She looked at me with full hatred, I could sense her heart is hurting right now, I knew she would try and do something but I didn’t expect her to go to the extent of wearing a new outfit and makeup just to try and impress him. "I know you are jealous but trust me when I say makeup and fancy dress won’t take you anywhere," I said I was about to leave when she grabbed my hand "You will pay for slapping me, Rayan will me mine, I will do anything but he will be mine"

He was my mate, my world, my perfect pair, my everything, the only man I had ever known since I was eighteen. I couldn't give up on us. Right? "Gahhh," he spit the tea right out from his mouth and onto my dress. The hot liquid stung. "This is your plan Meeva, to punish me for a scenario clearly borne from the figment of your imagination. You want to burn my throat?!" He didn't even care that he had spat out the hot liquid on me. His green eyes hardened as he looked at me, like I was a pitiful piece of metal.

she gently says and grabs my face to make me look at her, "If he turned out to be a cheater and a fucking backstabber, you're better without him. You'll see it one day. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but you'll realize one day. And then your person will arrive, Sky, I promise. You're such an amazing, incredible, wonderful, beautiful person… if anyone deserves to have a fated mate, is you." But that's never going to happen. What are the odds of two sisters having fated mates? It's unheard of. I'm destined to be alone forever, that's my fate. "Come on, cry it out," she says and pulls me until my head is resting over her huge boobs, "You'll get sick if you keep all this ugliness inside of you." "

I grabbed her hair, pulling her closer in an attempt to suck out the very essence of her soul. --- **Elara’s POV:** The night was quiet, only the faint rustling of the leaves outside breaking the stillness. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, silver glow over Arthur's room. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat resonating with the presence of my wolf, newly returned, her strength pulsing through me in a way that felt both familiar and foreign. It had been so long since I felt whole, and now, with Arthur by my side, I felt more connected to myself than I had in years.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

I’m a dog chewing on the scraps of a rich man who hates my very existence because I used to date his wife. “You did this,” I whisper, staring at the empty leather chair behind Zayn’s desk. “You’re doing this to me. Jade is mine. She’s fucking mine. She was my girlfriend. She was my fiancée. And she was supposed to be my wife. You took her away. You fucking did this to me.”

I whispered into his ear, drinking in the little sparks his fingertips trailed down my spine. “It means…I have to tell you something.” Laid in bed together, face-flushed and pulse racing I doubted anything he had anything in his locker that could take away this moment. “Okay then, let’s hear it.” “I did go to see the Fates. Before I met you. Freya hated hers and I wanted to see what the big deal was.” Despite being held in his arms under the warmth of the blankets I shuddered thinking of what Padgett had told me about doomed mate bonds. “What did she say?”

So possessive! To Zaybabe: Morning bitch. Ryle and I are meeting up to talk later. Why did you change your contact name on my phone? From Zaybabe: Why are you calling me babe? Okay, if that's your decision. I'll always be here for you. I love you so much. Promise me you'll only be with me? To Zaybabe: I promise. ~Ylluscion