Mamatay Na Ako Novels & Stories

Mew sighed and said "Good, then you better know my situation.. I.." The confused boy cut the sentence of older. He didn't want to hear further, that painful words from his mate's mouth"Rejection" so he continued. "Sorry for cutting you, I know how painful be losing your mate because I suffered a lot for last two years. When I turned for first time. I had indescribable pain, already my body pained with the new formation, my heart ached much more, then one day I get to know my mate was already dead. Even, I lived with all suffering, some months ago, everthing went away, when I decided to kill myself. So I know, how do you feel now and I won't force you to accept me. But.."

"The pain you are feeling now is from your mate, he thinks that you are dead" " am I dead" I was bewildered " yes"

I muttered to myself with a short laugh, a laugh that speaks a lot about how messed up and shattered I am. "What were you thinking when you were saving him!" my mother's cracked voice cut in. "Why repay us with this? I couldn't sleep last night because I knew the next day would be the last day I'd set my eyes on you; you can't imagine the severe grief I feel now! You might be killed or made a rogue "She bawled, sadly. "I pray they keep me alive. I am so sorry for what I did" I pouted, feeling so bad at seeing the tears and pain in my mother's eyes.

Gone "Dawn, matamlay ka yata." Tumingin ako kay mama nang sabihin niya iyon. Pilit akong ngumiti bago uminom ng tubig. "Medyo masama lang po ang pakiramdam ko," sagot ko. Kaninang paggising ko halos hindi ako makabangon dahil parang ang bigat ng katawan ko. Akala ko ay mawawala ito pagkatapos kong maligo pero hindi naman.

"Anong oras na oh!" Sa pang limang pagkakataon, niyugyog na ako ni mama. Mukhang hindi na siya nakatiis pa, magkaroon ka ba naman ng anak na matigas pa ang ulo sa bato. Halos mabalian na ako ng buto. Kung hindi ko lang siguro 'to nanay, ewan ko na lang. Syempre, joke lang. "Ma, naman..." Apila ko. Ayaw ko kasi talaga, kahit baliktaran pa ang mundo. Ayaw ko!

to let her go. “I, Dante Valtorin of the Moonshade Pack, reject you… Amaya Blackwood…” my voice cracked as I said the words that ripped me apart. “…As my mate.”

manghang wika niya habang nakangiti ng malaki. “I'am.” Matapang na sagot naman niya. “Where is Matteo?” “What?” “Matteo-wa-doko-desu-ka?” hindi niya siguradong sambit. Hindi na niya inisip kung tama ba ang sinabi niya basta ang mahalaga ay maintindihan siya ng mga ito. “Ah! That guy!” at napatango lang ang hapon sakaniya. “Yes! Where is he? Now that I'm here, don't you think that you need to set him free?”

'Di ko na nakita pa. 'Di ako sigurado kung sino iyon. Pero malakas ang pakiramdam kong siya nga iyon. My mother who died few months after (they thought) I died. As I said, it was already 200 years ago, and the memory was already lost. I can't remember her. Or anyone. I can barely remember my own life before I became like this.

🌹🌹 The Beginning (Part 4) 🌹🌹 ❤️❤️ The Rejected Mate (E) ❤️❤️ "That can't be possible, my mate didn't kill our mother and stop saying he did, please." "Believe it or not, he did."

There was a throbbing pain that set in; it felt like someone took a metal baseball bat and began rapidly bashing my head in, leaving me no recovery period in between blows. Mate? No, that was impossible. Should be impossible. All those years ago I saw my mate die in front of my very eyes. He died in my arms. I felt the pain from losing him. I felt a piece of my heart break away the day we buried him. Carter was my mate. I felt everything I should have felt when someone met their mate for the first time and our bond felt like a string tethering both our hearts together.