روايات وقصص ضمن Fated To My Sister's Chosen

Tina was the one who squirled and everyone instantly turned to face her. "*Cough* Cough*. I meant let's go in." Yvette and the others hummed before walking in. Well she couldn't wait to see Jaden's sister Bree. Follow me @naomie_author on i*******m. And please don't forget to leave a comment :> Thanks!❤

I had a feeling that this meeting was more for my mate than the other three of us. “Just like Selene told you to call her by her first time. I want all four of you to call me by mine. Fiora, the Goddess of Fate, is actually my twin sister. She foretold this future battle that would end up destroying everything that we Gods have built. Our creations would become slaves to the Demacores or would end up being killed. As such, she saw only one way that would prevent that outcome. It involved two incredibly important people. Selene’s warrior and mine. I cannot explain what your role is Maddox, but I am certain that you will figure it out by the end of our visit.”

I pleaded. "Remember what the sorcerer said, this is my destiny. This is my fate. No one can save the alpha except me." She said and the tears started falling afresh again as I remembered Mariya's words. Will I risk Anna's life for the sake of my selfishness? "Do not overthink this, queen. It is my fate and I have accepted it. He saved me from the hands of death and now, I must do the same." She said with so much determination.

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

Every inch of this land was welcoming me home. "Julian, I was never going to Crimson Peak." "What?!" "I said, I was never going to Crimson Peak." My voice was calm. "Go be with your Elodie. I'm going back to my real home." "Vesper!" Desperation filled his voice. "You can't do this! We're fated mates! We have a bond! You promised you'd come with me to Crimson Peak!" I stopped. I looked at the familiar mountain in the distance. My grandmother was buried there. My mentor. Everyone I ever loved.

Had she planned to pretend she was pregnant like her sister and convince me to keep her alive? Are you sure about this girl? Zane thought again. Yes! I hissed back, thoroughly tired of his attitude today. This is obviously our mate. Be happy! He whimpered as I took our potential Fated Mate into my arms and kissed her.

But again, my mind is drawn to Imagyn, wishing it was her touch. “Now tell me, why are you so sad?” Kimarhi somehow knows my thoughts plague me. She tucks a stray curl behind my ear and smiles, waiting for me to reply. “I’m sorry, my mistress,” I look away but correct myself again, remembering her words, “I’m happy to be fated to you, I am. But my mind keeps wandering to someone else.” “Do you have a Chosen?” she asks, and my heart stops. How did she know?

The voice answered before I could form the words. “Remember the keys to freeing yourself from the repeated curse of fated mates choosing another and rejecting you: allow the mate bond to accept who it was chosen for. Once you do, your luck and faith will shine brighter than even I, and your ancient powers will at last return. Your fated mates must share the same ending in name as that of your chosen successor. This successor is the pup you bear — not theirs, for they shall never raise a pup that survives beyond half the first generation. That is one of the many weights of the curse. They can never speak of it, and you would never learn of it, until your time came. Lyra has been made to not k

My mind has been completely occupied earlier to the point that I did not even mind who are these people coming in and out of the store. But one thing is for certain, the werewolf scent I am sniffing was Razel's. And I am not mistaken about it. "Felise will always choose me no matter how many times you brainwash her," he added. "She still loves me. My brother told me that." "Who cares about your imaginary brother? She will choose me once you'd be out of the picture, Razel." the man then retorted. "Beat him! And don't you dare stop until his last breath?"