G'night Mate Novels & Stories

Guess it’s Mission Mate now. Alright mate ! Here I come and this time to stick to you for a very, very long time.

“What is this?” “I just marked you as my mate.”

"Fine. Let's become mates." ***

"N-no reason. It's ok. I just thought I wasn't Luna material." He sighed. "Guess you still don't trust me fully yet." He removed his hands and turned the other way. "Good night." He said. "Good...night." And there was silence throughout the night. . . . . . . Morning... Mate was still asleep when I woke up. But, he had some dried tears. Was he crying? But I could've felt his sadness- he must have blocked me. Sigh... What a tragedy. Perhaps he should know everything...perhaps.

*Mate* *Mate!* *Mate!!* Nyx sneered in a beastly way. Hungry. *Guess we ain't gonna die a virgin after all.*

Aunty was how I addressed Trent's mother, my mother-in-law, and his mate. There have been stories about him having a mate before he met her. So she's not his fated mate, but his chosen mate. Well, I don't know how true that is. “She went to visit a friend. She'll be spending the night there.” My heart skedaddled. Wait. So…it's just me and him here, alone? I quickly jerked my hand off his grip as we got to the stairs. “Goodnight,” I said hurriedly, taking the stairs. I was taking two at a time, eager to get away from him.

A single message: “Tonight. 20:00. Your place. —M” Her chest tightened, and a shiver ran down her spine. Mateo’s shorthand left no room for doubt. He would be at her apartment, and she would have no escape. The anticipation was as intoxicating as it was frightening.

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

Mate, yes she is my Mate. I have a MATE!

My mother asked staring at me in disbelief. I frowned at her question but I answered "Damien Wood is my mate, we found out at the graduation ceremony yesterday". The front door opened before anyone could respond. Rhea walked in, she looked different in a positive way, different from two years ago, she was literally glowing. "Damien is whose mate?" she asked sharply as her eyes met mine. I smiled at her."Hi, Rhea,long time no see" She didn't smile back,she just glared at me like I was an unwelcome visitor.