Novel & Cerita Fate Stay Night Reaction Fanfiction

“It’s not what you think. Ria is here to apologise for yesterday after I talked to her." I let out a shaky exhale. My heart was still beating fast, but here between just us, it's starting to calm down again. “Oh” *** So any thoughts? Why is Aiden pulling back? I am actually excited about writing their smexy scenes but they keep on prolonging hehe ***

Her amusement traveled the bond as she watched his ridiculous emotional display. I turned my neck so that he could see my rose. His eyes widened in disbelief. “How?! You’re a wolf. You’re nothing!” Imeela’s claws came out, and she dragged them across his face for what he had said about me. I broke his nose for how he looked at her. We made quite the pair, having each other’s backs no matter what. “Fate deemed him worthy because he is an amazing man. It’s not his fault that fate deemed you a pussy,” she deadpanned the last part.

He pulled himself to me, forcing peppered kisses on my shoulder and neckline as his hands held me firmly, stopping me from retaliating. "Harden, stop! Stop this!" I cried out. The thought of him forcing himself on me was horrifying. I never imagined myself being placed in such a situation my entire life. Elara's POV: Never had I imagined finding myself in such a distressing situation. The looming threat in his eyes triggered a surge of survival instincts, urging me to resist. I summoned the strength to pry his forceful fingers from my shoulder, retaliating with a swift slap across his cheek. "Fuck! You hit me, Elara?" He asked in disbelief.

{Alan's pov} "Just testing how angry you can get," My eyes narrow at her response and I walk away from there, after a while I walked inside the balcony and stood closer to her, I was now standing right in front of her, my eyes burning with anger "You think this is a game, huh? You think I'm some toy you can try to annoy?" "no, it is not. but if I am not hungry you can't make me eat." her voice was laced with seriousness.

And when it meant the most. I didn’t know how to feel about him. He affected me in ways that I thought were long gone. It was frustrating. I barely even knew him! “The mating bond doesn’t regard the amount of time you know someone, Aure,” said Seraphina. “Fate is the most important thing when it comes to such a strong force of nature.” “But we rejected each other. I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t be feeling this way anymore.” Still, I couldn’t deny her truth. Colt still had this strange hold on me, stirring up feelings that I couldn’t explain or control.

Enough. I unfolded the note. The handwriting was the same bold, confident slant. *Little Luna,* *Enjoying your Alpha’s temper?* *He burns so pretty when he’s jealous.* I clenched my teeth. He went on: *Nightfang wolves report a very entertaining show this morning. Are you switching places on top of him in the dirt? Inspired. If you fight me like that someday, I might accidentally propose.* Heat flooded my face. He’d had watchers. Of course he had.

She screamed, waking them both, then grabbed Lily by the ear and shouted furiously, “Lily, are you out of your mind? Today is your wedding day, and you do something this disgraceful? Do you have no shame?” She slapped Lily a few times, forcing her awake. However, there wasn’t a trace of shame on Lily’s face. Instead, a flash of satisfaction flickered in her eyes. She suddenly dropped to her knees. “Mom, stop hitting me. Jackson and I truly love each other. I don’t want to marry Mark. Let me marry Jackson!” I noticed Jackson’s ears had turned red. I knew he was awake, too, but he cared about his reputation. He kept pretending to sleep, pulling the blanket higher when no one was looking.

He leans in closer to my face. “Maybe if you hadn’t played fuck ‘em and leave ‘em with Emmy, we wouldn’t be in this mess, Alpha.” My fist connects with his jaw so fast he falls to the floor with a heavy thud. His eyes roll to the back of his head; a mixture of blood and drool starts leaking from his mouth. “Get some fucking sleep, testa di cazzo!” I leave Renz and Fabian to clean up the mess as I go upstairs to my room. I seek comfort from my pillow that still has doses of Emerald’s scent on it. It’s not enough. Nothing I do is enough.

Every time I think of a way to stop finding him so amazing he goes and does something new to break my heart. Especially when he clamped me to him and said in that deep husk, his sweet red pepper scent hitting my brain like a sledgehammer. “You’re a fucking nightmare you know, but I love you like a sister.” So I punched his shoulder like a child. It was either that or cry. And I really don’t cry. Ever. Thankfully I can style it out and slap on some attitude. I’m just Zena, the Fate who flutters in and out. Even these encounters with Maddox, deep down I know what they are. /We’re not going to get over Cillian by having sex with gorgeous men./

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m