Fate/grand Order: Fujimaru Ritsuka Doesn't Get It Novels & Stories

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

I could tell the sword contained some quantity of wolf bane, which meant death or literal weakness. “Alpha Ryu, that was your personal assistant. Your must-trust man, apart from your beta. How are you going to cope?” “Let’s see. I’ll have to assign a new personal assistant to survive, but who is worthy of my trust?”. “Definitely not me,” I blurted out unconsciously. “I doubt that,” he gazed at me, raising my chin up with his index finger. “What do you mean, Alpha Ryu?” “What would you say about a promotion?”

He held her like she might vanish again, then pulled back to look her over. “Where are you hurt?” he asked, eyes scanning every inch. She raised her forearm to reveal a faintly glowing sigil embedded beneath her skin. “It stings a little,” she said. “But it keeps me alive here… I think. Can’t exist in the Realm without it.” “Does it make you one of the Fates?” She shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know.” He kissed her arm gently. “We’ll figure it out together. You’ve been through so much, Tammy.”

“Excuse me?” “Why didn’t you go to him while he was alive? Why come to me two years later?” “Well… to be honest, I heard that you compensate—rather, that you apologize to his victims with money, and I thought…” “And you thought I’d offer you some gold as an apology?” “Y-yes.” “Don’t get confused, miss. Your forgiveness means nothing to me. I wasn’t the one who committed those vile acts—that was my dead brother, a former duke who wasn’t even deemed worthy of burial in the family crypt.”

The whiskey glass slipped from his hand, shattering on the plush carpet. The color drained from Rocco's face. "What… what are you talking about?" His voice began to tremble, all his earlier composure gone. "Caterina can't… She wouldn't…" "She would, and she has," Clara said, watching his pathetic display with a cold sense of satisfaction. "Rocco, the game is over. Caterina has given up on you completely." "Impossible." He lunged toward her, his Alpha presence crashing down like a physical weight. Papers scattered off his desk. "We're Mates! The Moon Goddess witnessed our bond! She can't—"