Match Made In Hell Webtoon Novels & Stories

‘Oh shit only one thing could smell this good’ ‘Mate!’ my wolf yells in my head Just then I look up at the 5 guys sitting crammed in a booth. They are all muscular and the 3 sitting together looked uncomfortable. Just as I am about to ask their drink order and look around at each of them, I catch sight of the most beautiful pair of green eyes. This man is yummy, dark brown hair, clean shaven on the sides, longer and combed to the side on top and a five o’clock shadow, I just want to feel it rub between my thighs. It took me only a second to take him in and have that naughty thought. However in that second I saw his eyes go from intrigue to pure disappointment. I knew in that second he was m

"First, it is not precious, my mother made it for you, second, of course there is an occasion to use it, the farewell party of summer and the entry of the first days of autumn will take place next week, that day we will have a big party where we will all gather in the square eating and drinking and playing and dancing, I promise you will spend time Have fun. » It's her third night in her new room. Jayden brought her a small and beautiful table engraved with drawings of predators, but in a wonderful craftsmanship way, Zacharias told her that they were made by Jayden himself, and she does not know why, but as soon as she knew that, she changed her view of those drawings. They are just predator

When I wrinkled my nose at the lingering scent of cigarettes that clung to his clothes after long nights at the center, he quit immediately—and banned smoking anywhere near his workspace, terrified that even the faintest trace would displease me. His colleagues started calling me his "intended mate" behind my back, good-naturedly complaining: "Emma, you have no idea how obsessed our head healer has become. After pulling a thirty-hour shift saving lives, I just wanted a damn smoke to decompress, but Marcus confiscated my pack, claiming he couldn't risk you smelling it on him. I've never seen him care this much about anyone..." Later, Marcus lit up the entire city with fireworks and dropped to

Leo tormented me for a year. All it took was a year for me to give up. I could no longer take the torment so I killed my own wolf and took my own life. As I laid in the tub bleeding out, he glanced at me coldly. I remembered these cold eyes. He had looked at me the exact same way when I had lost my pregnancy. It was the day I found out he had become my mate for revenge. “Good riddance!” he said as he clapped and laughed out loud.

“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.

They’re using moon magic to send it back and forth. One of them notices me watching. “You want to play?” he asks. I’m surprised by how friendly and welcoming his tone is. “That’s okay,” I say. “I don’t really know how.” “You’re the one Wilder brought back, right?” the guy says. I nod. “I’m Hax,” he says. “Milo.” “Good to meet you.” It’s like he doesn't even care that I’m a hybrid. Or maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe Wilder and the High Sorcerer aren’t spreading that part around just yet. It would make sense. I’d probably keep it quiet if I was in their position.

"I never heard about this Andrew. If a werewolf get intimate with their mates, they never leave a tattoo. Are you sure that your mate is her? Only creatures of equal power will be able to leave a mark like this. If she left her mark on your heart, that means you liked the girl before the drug took over. If she is your mate, then she would have died with the way you lost control over yourself but she survived which means that you two are meant to be, Charmaine is your mate then ” his friend Adonis's words ring in his head. Andrew is getting frustrated. Everything related to her is a mystery. “Sir, tea" the familiar Jasmine scent assaulted his nostrils. He looked down his balcony and looked at

Elizabeth's body trembled violently, breasts bouncing with every impact, nipples scraping the air as she writhed in his unyielding grip. Her screams turned to broken moans, the mix of his blood in her wounds heightening every sensation—pain sharper, pleasure deeper. She clenched around him desperately, nails scraping uselessly against the stone above her head, lost in the savage rhythm. Malachor's growls vibrated through her, his fangs grazing her jaw now, teasing another bite as he chased his release, determined to flood her with his seed.