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Or worse what if I already did. "I have a mate. H-how do I find him?" I asked cautiously noticing for the first time how quiet Jace has been. "Not a mate honey but 3. Three men will bare a symbol that marks them as yours. You will know when you meet one by the connection you feel towards him but if you are unsure just look for the symbol typically on the back of their neck" Helia ended returning to pot on the stove boiling over. "Wait, why three? I thought people had a soulmate not soulmates?" I questioned. Helia reached into her cabinet pulling out some herbs to add to whatever she was cooking.

Picking up a stick on the floor, I gathered my hair together and tied it together to keep it out of my face. I waited for the right opening, waiting for one of them to lower their garred. Just one and the rest will follow. Listening carefully , watching them, one turned his attention away from me and there was my opening. Breaking out in a sprint towards the one who looked away they called out to him reaching for their guns but I was already in front of him hitting him with the yoko tobigeri (Side flying kick). That will keep him busy, with the force I approached him he should be down for a while in pain clutching his stomach.

"But through it all, our love has remained constant." Jace smiled down at her, his heart swelling with love. "It's what keeps us strong, Marvis," he replied earnestly, his voice tinged with emotion. "As long as we have each other, we can overcome anything." And so, as Marvis and Jace continued on their journey, their hearts filled with hope and determination, they knew that their love would see them through whatever challenges lay ahead. Together, they would stand strong against the darkness, bound by the unbreakable bond of their fated love.

I slowly met his gaze, looking profoundly at me with a glint of affection shining in his blue ocean. "Candice." He called me. "Yes?" I asked. "I want to ask you something." He said, bringing my hands over his chest. I could feel the beat of his heart, sending shivers down my spine as a sweet elation. “Yes, what is it?” My heart began to beat fast, my lips slightly parted. I kept looking at him, waiting for him to continue, "Do you want to work our marriage out?" He asked softly along with a fear of hearing ‘no’.

“Maybe. But effective.” ‎ ‎Her mind reeled. “But he already has a girlfriend,” she said softly, remembering Jackson’s words like a thorn in her chest. ‎ ‎Conrad’s eyes gleamed — dark, calculating. “Exactly. And that’s where opportunity begins. Love isn’t always fair, Miss Hart. But if you’re clever, it can still be won.” ‎ ‎For a moment, she stared at him, unable to find her voice. The intensity in his gaze unnerved her.

It was expected really, the Widoeth is a maternal name anyways, it wasn't going to last. "And what makes you think I won't force you to marry me now when your father is alive ? Or when he's dead ?" I nodded at his debate. "You're right." I said. "But I'm not Hannah Sinclair, you can try but if you ever think of going along with this marriage on our wedding night I'll shoot you in the balls." Fear watched over Sinclair's eyes. I smiled loving that emotion displayed all over his face. He stammered in anger before he actually put his thoughts to words. "You dare threaten me, do you want to die ?" I yawned getting tired of his threats.

Waiting for it to register. Waiting for the explosion. And then— Then it happened. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Lucas practically shouted, nearly knocking over his drink. "Engaged?!" "As in marriage?" Adam stared at me, eyes wide. "As in legally binding, one-woman-forever, ‘til death do you part?" "That’s usually how it works, yeah." "Oh, you have lost your fucking mind," Lucas groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Tell me you at least asked her properly."

Joyce asks softly, taking my hand. "Since we met, I've felt this connection between us, like a cord connecting our souls. It's at its strongest when we're together, like right now I can feel a pull, longing to be next to her. It's almost like I can't breathe right if she's not next to me.

Ian reached out, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. "Kiara, fame and fortune may be a part of my life, but they don't define who I am or who I can love," he said softly. "What matters to me is the connection, the chemistry, and the genuine connection we share. I see beyond the superficial labels and see you for the amazing person you are. And like I earlier said, you're not ordinary."