Novel Amor Fati Novels & Stories

Trust was completely erased from my dictionary. Hate is the only emotion I feel now. Why? Why? I loved him. My first love, my mate. I had no idea what my fate had for me as up until now nothing good has happened. Will I die now that my mate has rejected me? All type questions bombarded me like arrows thrusting my heart. I have reached. The border line of my pack. I was left with no choice but to do this. I don’t know the consequences but I had to do this.

"You didn't even asked me if I'm willing to go with you, anyway." "Don't you miss them? I just wanted to surprise you, baby." "You're not even aware how I hate surprises." "Really? Don't lie to me, baby, I know how much you love surprises." "People change, Saavedra, don't expect me to get an exemption." Athijha then ignored me the whole ride and the moment we entered the Alonso's domain, I saw how her cold eyes turned dead as if she's staring at the gate of hell. I guess everything she's said before is true after reading a best selling book about the guy who had an amnesia.

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

“Who's Chris Chariton again?” “He is an upcoming writer, who is also fast growing and a best seller,” Amber quickly answered. ”He has two best-selling novels, ‘Love is the Key’ and ‘Without Love’. He is well known for his Romance and Erotica concepts. He is also famously known for his great sense of humor and charms. His sweetness and kindness. And that he knows the right words to say at the right time. His-” Starr cleared her throat, cutting Amber off in the middle of her sentence and also dragging her back from the fantasy world she was about to slip into as she approached the conference room, which was the second largest room on the floor.

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Kisses that started gently, deepened into a mutual surrender of trust, affection, and desire. In those moments, I realized how much I had missed the safety of him, the reassurance of his presence. Blackwood, ever patient, allowed me to set the pace, following and leading as needed, letting me lean on him without hesitation. Over the course of these days, love returned not as a sudden blaze but as a slow, enduring flame. Each shared meal, playful touch, gentle laugh chipped away the shadows that had clung to me, replacing fear and trauma with security, affection, and trust.

Amelia's step brother Benjamin is what you will call a typical pervert and loser. At 23 years he has no friends, nevermind a girlfriend. Being jobless, he spends most of his time watching p**n and jerking off and since he started venturing into p**n his greatest fantasy has been to have sex with Amelia, his step sister. He always visualizes both of them engaging in illicit sexual activities anytime he views p**n. It's no wonder why his best p**n scenes are the ones featuring family taboo, especially step siblings.

Slowly, he leans in, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me into a tight embrace. “Forgiving isn't the same as forgetting,” he murmurs into my hair. “But I'll try. Just don't ever sleep with him again.” I nod. I can promise that only if Jeremías agrees steer clear from me. ~~~~ I stand near the counter in the kitchen, hunched over a plate of pasta I didn't know was available. It's past midnight, yet here I am, stuffing food into my mouth, my fork scraping against the ceramics with a still sound.

He'd paid for it with money he'd scraped together over months. The stone was small, the quality nothing special, yet she'd treated it like a treasure. Later, he'd given her an entire moonstone mine, and still, this was the one she loved the most. He picked up the diary and opened it to the first page. In Evelyn's neat, elegant handwriting were the sparks of their first meeting, the rush of realizing they were fated mates, and his clumsy, overbearing confession. Eric went page by page, finding only the sweet trail of what they'd once been.

“I was still willing to accept your child. I was willing to let you live your dream even if it cost me my happiness. And now I’m the jealous one?” He reaches for me, his hands closing in around my shoulders to hug me. Immediately I pull away, my hand lifting across his face with a slap. The sound echoes through the room. My hand trembles instantly. Never in my wildest dream did I imagine a time like this would come. When I lose control over myself, hitting the man I’ve always loved. The shock hit me harder than the slap hit him. Felix turns slowly, his gaze dark, as he scoffs, “you’ve truly changed, Amara. Now I see what your true nature is.”