Novel & Cerita Fated Hearts

Even when Marissa’s hold on him dragged at his pace, Justin didn’t pull away. “Look at you. You practically risked your life to keep me safe. How can I ever repay you?” Marissa looked up to meet my gaze and added with quiet intent. “Fay is your fated mate. Aren’t you worried about hurting her feelings?” The pack members pulled funny looks, their eyes darting between the three of us. It was then that Justin saw me. Out of instinct, he pulled Marissa off him and approached me. “There you are, Fay. Come over.”

“I understand. Tell me what you’ve found out.” “Theodore and I are fated mates, just as Grandma Susan had long predicted.” I can see my words have hurt him. “So what does it mean for us?” “I love you. I can never be with Theodore again, even if we are fated. He is evil and cruel. You’re lovely and kind and loving and loyal. This is why I realised I love you. I love only you, Thomas.” “I’m happy to hear that. But fated means that you are meant to be with Theodore, the Moon Goddess has destined that.”

“Felt by anyone marked, like a chosen?” “How is it that you know so little about your own kind? Fated mates are tied, down to their souls. When one is unfaithful, that pain is felt because of the souls being tied. A chosen is marked, and they mate, but their souls are never tied together. How can they be when the bond wasn’t formed by your Goddess?”

Now my Fated might be lost forever… I already know the name he’s going to say, and when he does, my undead heart shatters into a million fucking little pieces. “Katherine Décès.”

His eyes told me how happy he was to see me happy. He then took my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Angela, this song is for you. I made it myself. I named this song Fated. I believe we are destined to be together in this life and no one can separate us. Our love will never end until death do us part,” he said in a soft voice. Tears of happiness dripped from my eyes while her eyes were filled with tears. We then smiled at each other before he took me into his warm embrace.

“Strange, huh? That’s all you call it?” ‎ ‎She laughed softly. “What should I call it, then?” ‎ ‎He thought for a moment. “Fate,” he said, and his tone was so calm, so certain, that she felt her heart flutter painfully. ‎ ‎Claire turned away again, hiding the small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re impossible,” she murmured. ‎ ‎“And you,” he replied, eyes glinting, “are dangerous when you smile like that.” ‎ ‎Her breath caught. He had a way of saying things that felt like confessions disguised as teasing, and she didn’t know how to defend herself from it.

Tate complains, drawing my attention to him, "And what are fated mates? I hate not knowing. Besides, everyone at the table was talking about you two as if you were friends, but you told me you weren't friends.” "Tate," I sigh and crouch down until I'm face to face with him, "You already know what fated mates are, you read about it in a book, remember? When two wolves fall in love with each other as soon as they look into each other's eyes. It means they are destined to be together... they are each other’s most special person. Partners for life.” I stop my explanation when my wolf starts making my stomach twist. She hates the fact that we're walking away from our most special person.

“We are all love sick, after all.” We both heaved a deep sigh. We look like an idiots staring at the nothingness as if there will be a solution or a way that will appear to answer what we feel. “Is there a burial?” Worth’s emerald eyes settled on us. “Both of you look like having your own funeral.” “A funeral for their dead heart,” my brother laughed that made me winced. “Morons,” Zero stood up. “I think you need a cardiologist for you heart.” He looked at Worth.

"I can help you. Listen, it has become my primary duty to protect you!" His words filled me with confusion. "What are you talking abou-" "We're fated," he cut me off gently. "What?" I gasped, freeing my arm from his sensual grasp. He let me go but moved closer and said, "You and I are bound by Fate, Keira. Our hearts joined on the day of your anniversary."

I love Melanie's rough side, but Shawn is so gentle and each caress was filled with love and compassion. Each stroke left a fire in it's wake, spreading until I felt like I'd combust from the inside. Each kiss felt like I was being cast under her spell, leaving me wanting more, but she isn't mine to take more than what's offered. I love Melanie in more ways I can explain, but a piece of me will always love Shawn and crave her next caress. I know Melanie feels the same for Beth, just by how she's holding her, broken while her wife lays in a deep slumber.