Made To Each Other Novels & Stories

"Bro, let's make a pact" ***

she said softly, "I just know that it is about your daughter and her mates." "Two required to make one whole" my mom mused, "that must reference Mike and Zach, but the rest?" "We aren't even whole" I grumbled, annoyance creeping into my voice. "What do you mean?" The elder sounded surprised. "She means" Mike cut in "we have yet to mark each other, as well as fully accept each other" I knew he shot a pointed look at this brother. I wondered, did it mean we had to mark each other? To mark each other was to truly solidify the bond; and make it unbreakable.

As if the universe had decided because 'All this is no coincidence. That night they both slept peacefully. This was the place where they belong. They need each other. They have gone through a lot, and they will go through a lot, but they are ready as they get each other at the end of the tunnel. Everything, every pain would be worth it at the end because they can have each other again. Yes, everything would be worth it.

But we'll face them together—Amanda and me, partners in every sense. And that makes all the difference.

Just ours. I intended to make it count.

Little actions that make my day Do you feel the same thing? Same as I feel for you? Do you want the day to be beautiful and still like this? Darling, I. I will love you for the rest of my life…’ Even though these two didn't practice or anything, it was as if they were connected by heart. Every beautiful melody was perfect and sweet, so much so that when the song was completed, there was an approving smile on their faces. It was as if they finally had someone that matched their ability.

To protect each other. “I understand.”

It was the piece of paper with all the rules that we both made up. * * * - - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -

"You remind me of something." "What?" She smirked. "You know what they say? Two broken people either make each other or break each other beyond repair." We both burst out laughing. Make, huh?

He is unlike Damien who always weaves his hair. "Not really. I haven’t found the necklace I’m looking for" "What kind of necklace?" "Em… it’s a lovelock necklace. It’s my third year anniversary with my girlfriend" "Awww that’s so sweet" She said and Brian smiled. "But those kinds of necklaces are customized" "Really?" "Yes. If you want we can have it customized for you. What do you think?" "I like the sound of that" He smiled.