Fated Romance Book Box Novels & Stories

Then walked straight into her in the last class. Alyssa had been doing this since the mating ceremony during the winter break. Every corner I turned — there she was, draped over Jason, making sure I knew Jason was fated to her now. I couldn't really blame anyone. The last full moon of December is the wolves' mating ceremony. Everyone who turns eighteen that year does their first shift, and somewhere in the howling and the moonlight, they find the fate mate the moongoddess picked for them. Their fated mate. The one your wolf knows before your head does.

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

“On the strike of the eight-scarlet festival to the reigning of the 8th in the third age of the scarlet moon you will meet the person that the heavens fated for you of long ago, but fate made you forget for fifteen years.” To the wind that blows and to the heavens that somehow howls a cry from above. Her heart drops a terrible longing she never felt before, that can only end if that one soul comes back to the place where it all started. From the pain that the letter contains, and the only one that caused it. She grasps a sudden unbearable pain she couldn’t find why is torturing her. Worse when she finds a box with an old rustic-like appearance. Carved and painted with a crescent red moon, an

The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes. Welcome to the beginning bitches!

“It’s perfect… I’ll never take it off.” “I’ll never leave you,” she whispered fiercely, nestling into his chest. “I’ll never want anyone else. You’ve ruined me for everyone forever.” He kissed her deeply, possessively, his arms tightening around her. “Good. Because I’ll keep corrupting you, claiming you, loving you like this… forever.” They fell asleep tangled together in the mirrored sanctuary, surrounded by infinite reflections of their forbidden bond. Clara was completely ruined. And she had never been happier. Forever his. THE END

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

“Yes, ma’am.” The chambers were large, beautiful, and suffocating all at once. Expensive fabrics, imported furniture, and flowers in vases that probably cost more than entire villages back home. My home. My burned, broken, grieving home. I breathed a sigh of relief—I had passed the first test. The second would begin when the king entered my chambers. I fell onto the bed, thinking about the good times I spent with my beloved… “Alessia,” he had once whispered my name, kissing me softly on the cheek. “I will never stop loving you, my flower.”

he wiggled his eyebrows at me comically and I laughed, nodding. He grabbed one of the boxes swiftly and handed it to me. It was the biggest one because my tiny hands were barely keeping it in place. He had a lazy, urging smile that I found sexy playing on his lips. I looked away from him and unknotted the ribbons. I pried the cover open and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I retrieved the first book. "André!" I whisper-yelled, my voice laced with awe. Being a bibliophile had its perks because as I looked through the four books, with somewhat modern yet vintage covers in mature colours, alongside intricate golden threadings, I knew they were Fantasy books. Dark Romantasies.

This book is the first of the next generation books. The previous books are: - His Hunt For Redemption (Book 1) - Design of Fate (Book 2) The previous books in the Fated series (cross-over series) are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3)

She blindly took one book and sat down. She was the only one at the restricted library, so she wasn’t disturbed all day long. The first book she read was all about mating. “Fated mate…” Mallory unconsciously said, then touched the word on the paper. She read, “Fated mates are pairs that are arranged by the Goddess herself. They are commonly known to live together until one of them dies. If one died, the other would fall into a deep depression that sometimes would resort to killing themselves. Some said that fated mates have their abilities enhanced after mating, gaining more power from one another.”