My Not Yet Mate Novels & Stories

I pushed his hand away and replied seriously, "Love needs no confirmation—only uncertain love needs constant confirmation." Yohan continued to beg me to stay. "Tomorrow is my birthday, Naomi. You used to bake me a birthday cake in the past." I retorted, "Did you even realize my birthday was last Sunday, Yohan?" Yohan pursed his lips slightly in contemplation, looking fully remorseful. "So the one you loved the most is actually yourself," I said. Yohan said, "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you with the grandest birthday party."

Dwight's voice is gentle, his concern evident as he searches my face for answers. I’m speechless for a moment, before finally saying, "No, she's just someone I met recently." Dwight nods, his expression understanding. "I see. But could she be... your future Luna?" The question hits me like an arrow, my thoughts grinding to a halt as I grapple with the implications. The idea of Anastasia becoming my mate has never crossed my mind, yet now, faced with Dwight's inquiry, why am I unable to form a coherent response?

“But you will excuse my mate, who needs clothes.” Ophois’ smile faded, and his gaze turned cold. “Apparently, so do you.”

It’s quite perplexing. But I don't know if he is our Mate. And I won't know for sure until she turns 16 in 5 months. But the way things are rapidly progessing with these two. I honestly don't think they will wait that long. Before he decides to Mark & Mate us! But I have to hold out and wait for Our Mate. I have to be strong for us both! "Listen up buddy! I don't know if You are Our Mate, okay? So just slow your roll." I declare sternly. But he presses on proclaiming dominately.

"When do I have to know." "Never. Or tomorrow. Or in ten years. There is no deadline." Matthew looked at me. "That is the first helpful thing you have ever said." "I am trying." "Try harder." --- At 2 PM, Matthew stood up. "I have to go. Priya is making lunch." "Okay." "Are you going to be here tomorrow." "If you want me to be." "I do not know what I want." "Then I will be here anyway. And you can decide when you see me."

A single message: “Tonight. 20:00. Your place. —M” Her chest tightened, and a shiver ran down her spine. Mateo’s shorthand left no room for doubt. He would be at her apartment, and she would have no escape. The anticipation was as intoxicating as it was frightening.

I know and I'm a fucking resentful bitch. "Mattia." He gritted in between his teeth. "What? I am disturbing?" He said, frowning lightly. "Yes." Max said, glaring at him. "Anyway, I wanted to say goodbye." He said waving at us, I frowned. "What? Where are you going?" I asked. "I'm going to search for my mate." He said proudly. "Thank God, it's time for you to get rid of your playboy ways." My mate rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I see you guys next year, If I can find my mate." Mattia grumbled.

Even though it’s closed for winter, it’s still a meet-up place for people, as I see. “Hey, Man. This is Matt,” I hear his voice through the line. “Hi, I’m sorry for this. I haven’t talked to her father,” I reply, unsure what to say. His mate is promised to someone else, and I honestly don’t know how to help.

“I'm not proposing mating, Siena. Not yet.” The “yet” hangs between us, loaded with future possibilities and potential for pack-disrupting chaos.

"My personality, you already know the reason why I am like this so why do you keep complaining?" "I know but do you know why I feel like you don't have an excuse?" "Why is that?" "Because you are no different from Cameron but unlike you, she is better, Yes I know and I have asked the moon goddess to grant you a mate and even though you are denying it, we both know that Cameron is your mate" Bewildered, Liam gawks at him, lost for words to say, there was nothing he could say or do except stare at him trying to form the right words to say but then he couldn't form the right words.