My Not Yet Mate Novels & Stories

"Ok. How about we go to the newest club across the road. I heard cute dudes visit there often" I scoffed. "Cute dudes?. Don't you have a mate yet?" She shrugged. "Well, I do. This is for you, though. Or do you have a mate yet?" I rolled my eyes. Do I have a mate?. I rejected Nolan, though he never accepted my rejection yet. I shrugged. "No, I don't" She giggled. "Good. Now, let's get you dressed up" "I am not going anywhere, ok?" "Hey, come on"

In my head, Ann’s smile from earlier flashed— Faint. Cold. That wasn’t pouting. That wasn’t sulking. That was goodbye. The thought hit me like a lightning strike— She’s gone. Ann is gone. And this time… it’s real.

He witnessed everything that day. “By the way, how is she doing? I hope she is getting better.” he asked me. I nodded my head. “Yeah. She had to spend a few days in the hospital, but she is doing great now.” He stepped forward and whispered into my ear. “Is she really your mate?” My lips curled into a smile. I recalled announcing her as my soulmate that day, but I hadn’t made an official announcement after that. “Yes, but keep this a secret for now. She isn’t ready to be a luna yet. I want to make an official announcement later,” I told her, patting his shoulder.

And here he was asking me about mates. "No, I haven't found my mate yet. And my birthday is next week, so he'll be with me - Very Soon." I replied. I said 'very soon' just like the way Arvan said. I saw Arvan tighten his fists. Then suddenly he growled. He got up from there and left without saying anything. Everyone was shocked except Liam. I was bewildered and thought, ‘WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, ARVAN? WHY ARE YOU CONFUSING ME?’

I rather be mateless than be the laughing stock of the school. MATE !MATE !MATE! Gray shouted but I locked him out and looked at Bennett, and said "I would rather be mateless then be mates with a nerd like you" then walked away and back to where my parents. As I reached the stadium my mom did the unthinkable. She slapped me. I looked at her with wide eyes as she glared at me

Uncle Zane walks into the formal dining room and shakes his head at the seven of us sitting around the table. “How are your studies coming along?” He asks. We all mumble a “Good" and continue are various work. “The Mate Ball is coming up in a few weeks. I take that since you all have found your mates, you won’t be going,” he says. I look over at Greg and I feel a painful tug at my heart. He was the only one of us not mated. I wanted him to find his mate so badly. “What about Greg? Are we not going to go to support him?” I ask.

The note read: 'Good morning sweet cheeks... Sorry, I'm leaving so early. I have an important meeting to get to but trust me, we will see each other very soon. I'm sorry about last night. I'd like a do-over. Until then, S. Wilde P.S. You're my mate.' My brain kept repeating those last words that were mentioned out of nowhere. P.S. You're my mate. They echoed in my head, dulling everything out. 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.

Mateo knows a lot from what he is telling me, but how can I find out the truth, I am yet to be eighteen years of age, what will transpire when I turn on of that age? What are both Kyle and Mateo, trying to tell me ..

Zelda's POV I bolted upright, a gasp catching in my throat. My head throbbed, a relentless drumbeat against my skull, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my heart. The room was unfamiliar, the scent of a masculine cologne heavy in the air. Then I saw him. Bane Blackwood. My mate’s uncle. The man who was supposed to be Claus's rival, his enemy. He lay beside me, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead, his breathing slow and even in sleep.

For a single, breathless second, the winter garden became a tomb of absolute silence. The frosted roses seemed to shatter under the weight of Prince Cassian’s words, the echo of his sudden, frantic claim vibrating through the freezing air like a faulty bell. “I’m your mate.”