Jodoh Si Mata Keranjang Novels & Stories

'Mate,' Felicia whispered. My heart sank into a sea of conflicting emotions as the truth dawned on me. Garrick, the object of my long-held affections, was indeed my destined mate. The moon goddess had, in her infinite wisdom, answered my prayers. Yet, in that moment of revelation, I found myself paralysed with uncertainty, retreating further behind the trees. A torrent of questions flooded my mind: Would he accept me? Could he, the admired and desired, possibly embrace someone like me as his mate?

-- Iris: The fireworks reflects in my eyes from the glass windows near the bar stool as I stare ahead, the mating ceremony will come to end in a few more hours, so far, people are finding their mates and are happy, on the other hand, some people who aren’t happy with their mates and are rejecting them right away I am drowning a glass of water when my phone pings, bringing it out, I stare at the screen, it’s Chiara, she messaged the group chat. Chiara: Yes, yes!!! Agnar and I are mates. Oh goddess, I am going to get my mate mark tonight!! Anybody else?

"I get it. You're jealous. Still pissed I gave the Arctic Fox fur to Lena, huh? Using Cayce to get back at me?" I didn't flinch. "You shouldn't say that. I'm forming a mate bond with Cayce." "You can't! You're mine!" Kain snarled—and lunged. His hand barely twitched before Cayce's grip snapped around his arm. Crack. Kain grunted, breath catching, sweat slick on his brow. Cayce's glare was lethal. Wolves near us flinched back without thinking. "She's my mate," he said, voice like ice cracking. "You think you can touch her?"

Marissa smiled, “When a dragon turns 100, they can find their mate. So, it’s a ball to show off Princess Adleigh becoming of age.” Jenna smiled, “Oh okay..and what’s a mate?” she hesitated to ask. Marissa laughed, “Dragons, werewolves, mermaids, and a few others have mates. A mate is a person who was made for you. You can feel it. It's like a pull. You are their home, their safe place. It's marvelous.” Jenna sighed, “That sounds wonderful. My timeline doesn’t have anything like that. If you like someone enough, you get married and start a life, but no one is made for each other.”

I stood there thinking, what could I ask of him that would give me peace. Being in the same room with him drove me mad, but not wasting another second, I walked towards him, “my debt is to be paid by me wearing my fated mate's mark, not yours. She is a peace offering to you for that reason, Irvan. Do we have a deal?” He leaned in to embrace me in a hug, then whispered, “The feelings I give you replace them with the feelings you have of your imagination to your destined mate. They should be joyful, sexual, and filled in desire, like enjoying a good peanut sandwich,” he expresses.

“Jace, I thought we were friends!” He rolls his eyes, and I sigh. “Fine, fine!” I walk over to the matchmaker’s table, trying to compose myself. I have no idea what to expect, but I can’t let my nerves get the better of me. I owe it to myself to give this a shot. After all, how else will I ever find my true mate? The matchmaker hands me a stack of photos, each one featuring a different man. As I flip through them, I can feel Jace’s eyes boring into me. It’s like he’s trying to read my mind, trying to figure out what I’m thinking.

Elrond was quiet and I don't know what that is. "I believe the ritual performed by mates to keep themselves bound together in blood. If you were rejected you won't have run away. You've marked Ariadne." His gaze lingered on my nape, this circles me like a vulture and having finally pulled myself out, I pulled my hair from the tresses and used it to cover my neck.

"Oh God no I don't want to reject him I just don't think that I am what he needs. And I don't want to be a constant reminder of what my idiot cousin did to him. Also, he is much older than me so I imagine I am grossly inexperienced for him. I just don't know if I am what he should be given, especially after all he has gone through. I have heard that he prefers women and that he was going to look for a female love match once he was past the age of finding his second chance mate so I just don't know if I can make him happy. I know we will be mated but what if our bond is weak? I don't know if I could handle us having an open marriage or whatever the equivalent of that is in a mated match

Kenji liked playing with him a bit. "Kenji?" She pointed at the redhead. "That's the idiot. My Mate," Nine turned to him now. She couldn't see him well, but he had a sort of serious expression that seemed to clash with Ora's caring aura, still, she understood what a Mate meant. It was someone destined to the other by the Moon Goddess. Only werewolves had those. She wondered if Lior had one, and what would happen to her after he found his. She pushed the thought away.

I could feel my heart sink as she spoke, a heaviness settling in my gut that was impossible to ignore. "Mates," she said, the word hanging in the air like a delicate thread, "means two people the gods themselves have deemed to be perfect for one another, two souls intertwined in a way that transcends mortal understanding. It's a connection that is said to be forged in the heavens, an unbreakable bond that pulls these two individuals together across time and space, across lifetimes. It’s a love that is supposed to be pure, untainted by the world's harsh realities. But that’s the thing—love is never that simple, and neither is the idea of a mate."