Mata Kayak Ada Yang Ganjel の小説・ストーリー

A true mate," Jake said, his voice barely above a whisper. Maya felt like her whole world had been turned upside down. A true mate was a mythical type of werewolf that only appeared once in a generation. It was said that a true mate was destined to be with one specific person and that they would know the moment they laid eyes on them. "But why would they reject me if I'm a true mate?" Maya asked, her mind racing with questions. "I don't know," Jake admitted. "But I do know that we need to find out. The pack can't keep hiding the truth from you." Maya nodded determination in her eyes. She wasn't going to rest until she found out the truth about her true nature, and why the pack had rejected h

~Tilly POV~ “Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.

Alfi exclaimed shooting a red wave to Kiki. “Hot! Hot!” Kiki exclaimed rolling around the ground. “Amazing!” Herman exclaimed in amazement. “Incredible!” Kartika exclaimed in surprise. “Peluru Kedua: Kabut Busuk (Bullet No.2: Stink Wave)!” Alfi exclaimed shooting brown smoke at Kiki. “I can”t breathe!” Kiki exclaimed. The smoke makes him out of breath. “That”s a deadly wave for ya,” Herman said in amazement. “Why do I feel something bad will happen?” Kartika said wondering.

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

Samuel as well as Nero look at him wondering what he means. “What do you mean? What’s happening?” Samuel asks confused taking the words right out of Nero’s mouth as he was about to ask the exact same thing. “Your Mate, she must be around here somewhere probably watching you that’s why you are feeling so off. Use it to your advantage, you can search for her when you won this bloody tournament.” Gordon tries to turn it to something positive encouraging Nero.

Like she’d just found a flaw in her perfect plan. “And this must be her,” she added, tone light but edged with something venomous. “The new mate. How… unexpected.”

Anxious, I subconsciously fiddled with my mother's necklace. "I haven't found mine either, Jayson ." I reminded him. He turned to face me, his eyes searching mine. "Doesn't that bother you? That you haven't found your mate yet?" It was a question I should have been expecting the second I turned eighteen and yet, I didn't have an answer. Although if I was being completely honest with myself, I did have an answer. And it was no. No, it didn't bother me that I hadn't found my mate yet.

"And then, the real drama unfolded. After three good months, Sakshi Chandravanshi came to our house, crying and wailing that her husband cheated on her with my Maa. She somehow had a picture that showed Maa and Raghuveer in a compromised position, and she blamed everything on Maa, saying she was a witch and a home wrecker and what not." "Maa was innocent. She couldn't understand this was a ploy. She cried that she has nothing to do with this. She just considered Raghuveer as her friend and nothing else. She had no feelings or inclination towards Raghuveer and she claimed that image to be fake. Even after that, she asked dad to believe her and ask Raghuveer. He would tell the truth that they