Made To Each Other Novels & Stories

She hadn't known! I called out to her in my mind, knowing that only she could hear me, testing the strength of the bond. When my kind imprint we form a special connection with our chosen mate, a kind of frequency if you will that no one else can hear. That's why I heard her whispered 'no' in my head. 'Yes!'

My tongue stumbles over the words, trying to string together a coherent sentence. “Little one, we have shared everything our whole lives. Yes, usually mates don’t share, but you were made for both of us.” Christian plants a soft kiss on the tip of my nose at the exact same time as Zanders soft, tender lips leave their warm, damp mark between my shoulder blades.

We mumbled. "But do you guys even need make up..you need to see how good looking and fit you both are" Nessa said. We smiled. "You know what...Morris..let's just make them up in a simple and unique way that will make the judges drool" Nessa said to Morris who beamed approvingly.. They started the make up process. 💄💄💄 "Wow!" Elva and i exclaimed at the same time,staring at our reflection in the mirror.

Someone she was still becoming. "I like who I'm turning into," she told him. "I do too." "Even when I'm different than who you married?" "Especially then. We're both different. That's the point. We grow together instead of apart." "Together," Riley agreed. Always together. That was the promise they'd made ten years ago. Not to stay the same. But to grow together. To become better versions of themselves while staying fundamentally them. And they were doing it. One day at a time. One choice at a time. Growing, changing, evolving. Together. Always together. Forever.

His hard gaze softened as he stepped closer to me, placing both hands on my cheeks and caressing softly. “No, gattino. Don’t say that. Nature is not against us. The moon-goddess herself has joined us together even before we were both made but then, even if the world at large is against our union, I’ll still be with you and take you over anything else. I love you gattino and I’m not taking that back anytime soon. The earlier you get used to that, the better for you. For me, you are always and will always be mine,”

My brother died, so my parents forced me to undergo plastic surgery to look exactly like him and live his life in his place. "Your brother was a genius. You can't just leave his fiancée and research project behind. You have to take over." "You've accomplished nothing with your life anyway. Getting to live his life is a lucky break for you." They seemed to have forgotten that I had my own name and that I had a life of my own. My identity records were canceled, and my parents acted as though they had every right to do it. "If you really care about our family, then you should understand why we're doing this." "We're doing this for your own good. Don't be so ungrateful." Everyone thought

she whispers, a soft smile breaking through her fear. “They made you, they have to be,” I echo, and in that moment, I feel the unbreakable bond that has formed between us, knowing she feels it too.

My nose wrinkles as I turn the page, the paper so thin it’s nearly translucent, the faint imprint of the text on the opposite side teasing my eyes. The first hundred pages discuss the purpose of a mate—a union of equals, meant to strengthen and empower. Each quality, each gift, designed to make a couple an unstoppable force.

The atmosphere was one of quiet triumph, each accomplishment a testament to their collective determination. In one corner, a young duo of wolves—once estranged by old grievances—worked together to erect a new shelter for injured animals rescued during recent conflicts. Their conversation, though brief, was filled with genuine camaraderie. “I never thought I’d work side by side with someone I once doubted,” one said, smiling as they hammered the final nail into place. “It feels like we’re finally becoming one big, strong family.”

Overall, the day was amazing, and I was so happy. As per usual. Nathan and I met at the dining room table to exchange our homemade gifts. We both agreed years ago we would give each other something personal. Something that reminded us of our bond. An item, a picture. Just something from the past year that reminded us we had each other, and we were not to spend a cent on it.