Infp Worst Match Novels & Stories

Lucinda lets out a high mocking laugh at what I said. "That is so pathetic. You’re fated mates and for what?" She scoffs again, earning my eyes burning into her ugly ass face, "You do nothing but fight and have problems like everyone else, so what is your compatibility for, then?" "Shut the fuck up, this has nothing to do with our compatibility and everything to do with her difficult personality," I complain, feeling a little guilty for saying that out loud, but I have to get it out with someone and as much as I hate to accept it, Lucinda is my best friend, "She’s just... unable to let things go and that frustrates me."

"Don't blame yourself, Lyra. This isn't on you. The Feral Rogues never intended to let us live." Vera's gaze grew distant as she began mumbling, "No one dared to harvest the Moonfang Herb after learning it only grew on the cliff… "But you… A little girl among a pack of werewolves… You volunteered. "That's when we believed you were an emissary sent by the Moon Goddess to protect Leo. "We thought we were doing what was best, but by making you marry Leo… we condemned you to a life of unhappiness and pain. We're so sorry for forcing this life onto you…"

I immediately walked faster and left him. He's been really nice to me when he wronged me to be a different person lately. But when he confirmed that I was Elaine May Velordi, his very own classmate, why the hell was he so mad at me immediately? Seeing me just irritates him, even though I'm doing nothing against him. Damn! I don't know why, but he just pisses me off easily. Like, what the hell is wrong with me? I'm super affected when it comes to him, unlike when others bully me; I don't even care and just laugh.

he asks, worried. This is the one thing I hate about the mate bond. How sometimes, just sometimes, the best kind of person is mated to the worst. Almost like they meant to even each other out. It seems so unfair for this meek, kind guy to be sick with worry over this woman who has not a care in the world for him. “She is fine,” I respond.

Damien also looked at me, his gaze darkening for a moment. “A friend.” I put my phone face down and picked up the box of marzipan he had specially brought back for me. I unwrapped one and placed it in my mouth. I used to love this flavor the most. Now, it only tasted sickeningly sweet and bitter at the same time, just like this marriage. Covered in sugar on the outside, while rotten underneath. Damien looked at me as if waiting for a reaction. “Is it good? If you like it, I’ll buy more next time.”

Ashley almost laughed, "Martin, you have no hope, okay? I think you can consider Linda, she is the most suitable person for you!" Martin looked at her with a face full of frustration "Ashley, don't be like this, okay? You don't want me, but you still sell me, Ashley, I'm so ashamed!" "Martin, what are you thinking? Can I match you with anyone? Linda is one of my best friends. If it is not because I think you are good, how could I do such a thing? I can see that Linda likes you very much. Most importantly, you also admire her, and... Linda has a quiet personality, while you are noisier, you two are the best match, okay? You have complementary personalities, don't you understand?"

“Is it because he wouldn’t marry if it wasn’t fake?” “Nothing of the sort. You two are like…” she went silent for so long I thought she had dropped the topic entirely, but it turned out she was looking for the best analogy. “Two beautiful shoes but not of the same pair. You are both great people but you are mismatched.” My heart sunk for reasons I couldn’t explain. “What does that even mean?” “I don’t see him falling in love with an innocent woman. He would want someone like him, a woman with the same kind of darkness as his own—vengeful and ruthless. And well, he didn’t lie to me when I asked.”

Eventually I didn't hear from him anymore and now one year later…. When we started dating it felt like we were two puzzles that complemented each other. Keelan needed someone who would accept him for who he was and I needed someone who could understand what was going on my head, who wouldn’t pressure me to always talk about my bad thoughts, who knew what having a bad day meant, and who could deal with the fact that I would ghost them for days without any explanation. Keelan was that person. We met outside of my therapist’s office. I had arrived kinda early that afternoon so while I was sitting in the waiting room I played a game on my phone. I didn’t notice that someone had walked toward me

“Wait, Aqua had two matched. She married one. Left the other broken. We don’t have the luxury to flaunt like humans. If we are matched and we do things with another we care for, then our match experiences it. I’ve heard it's the worst experience ever.” That double sucked. I hoped I was never matched. God, that would be terrible. I would probably have to live in the sea with their kind. Oh, God, if you had any ounce of love for me rebuke that match thing from my life. Maybe my life was miserable because of Mom. She made some shitting mistakes in her past. Still, I had to suck this up and take it one step at a time.

She had told him that night. With a heavy heart, he watched his wife, the duchess go through hell while bringing him the piece of his happiness. It was a painful thing for him to do which made him leave for the private underground bar owned by his friend. He believes he needssomething strong to help him drown in the sorrow of what his wife is going through. “What are you doing here?” His friend asked the moment he saw him entering the bar.