Novel & Cerita Romance Connection

He could be seen in his slouchy posture while slowly picked up all the papers on the ground. Loki almost shocked, and sweat, even had a tinge of guilt, whether she would help him or not. She sighed, and went to the man who picked up all the files. Loki apologized and helped him picked up all the papers while she immediately closed her eyes and apologized again for what happened but after she opened her eyes, and held one of the papers. Loki saw a few letters name of a man "N, A, and O". It is shown, Nao is a listed on the certificate who won a game infamous Dark PVP.

"A connection that goes beyond just knowing each other's names." Raphael's expression didn't change, but I could see a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "What kind of connection?" he asked, his voice a little softer. I smiled, feeling a sense of hope. "A connection that only comes from sharing a deep and meaningful experience," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "A connection that can't be broken, no matter what happens." Raphael's eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of recognition. But it was quickly replaced by a look of confusion, and I realized that I still had a long way to go.

said Carmen excitedly. “What do you think, will our Alpha find our Luna tonight?” asked Ryan mischievously. Hazel’s heart beats so fast. She looked at the place where he was standing; he was talking to some random person. “What happen, when we found our mate?” she asked unconditionally. “Well, as much as we heard….they says they felt connection,” said Ryan. “What connection?” she asked. “Well…..” he gave long gap in his sentence as if he is thinking something. “How I would know? I am unmated” he said and turned towards drink.

Their bond was a testament to the symphony of connection—a harmonious duet that had stood the test of years. Inspired by their story, Nathan and Miranda embarked on a quest to explore the myriad ways in which connection manifested within the city. They met artists who used their craft to bridge the gap between hearts, musicians who created symphonies that transcended language, and healers who nurtured connection through their therapeutic practices. Each encounter deepened their understanding of the human experience and affirmed the transformative power of connection.

So, I leaned into it, just a little. At lunch, I brought him coffee. “You like it sweet, right?” He glanced up. “You remembered.” When he smiled faintly, the system glowed again. [Objective Complete. Reward: +5 Connection Points.] Connection points? What the hell was this, some sort of emotional video game? Gloss noticed my expression and frowned. “Did it do something again?” I nodded. “It said... connection points.” He groaned, rubbing his forehead. “That’s new. It’s never tracked connections before.”

“It’s something you can’t deny.” “How romantic,” I replied dryly, pressing the gauze against his wound with maybe a bit more force than necessary. “A biological connection dressed up as fate.” “It’s more than just biology,” Kane insisted. “It’s a recognition on every level—physical, emotional, spiritual. Your wolf knows its match, and everything else becomes secondary to that connection.” I moved to another wound on his ribs, which had been torn by Marcus. The skin was already healing—a sight that should have been impossible but seemed normal in this strange world.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

Romano said, disappearing out of the kitchen. Elyse's eyes met mine, and we exchanged a knowing glance. The tension between Romano and Elyse was palpable. Romano returned with the kit and carefully cleaned Elyse's wound. His fingers brushed against hers, sending a spark of electricity through the air. As Romano bandaged Elyse's finger, their gazes locked. The connection was undeniable. “There” Romano said softly, his hand lingering on Elyse's. “All better” Elyse's cheeks flushed. “Thank you, Romano”

Last night had been nothing but an accident—a fleeting moment of weakness. Still, something about the way he looked at me now felt different, sharper. Like he was fighting against something. As I gathered the courage to get out of bed, I suddenly felt it—a pull, a deep, magnetic force that thrummed through my entire being. It was more than just the physical closeness we’d shared; it was something primal, ancient. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. No… it couldn’t be. Roman’s head snapped towards me, his eyes widening slightly. He felt it too—the mate bond. He must have felt it before me because he didn’t seem too shocked. The connection between us was unmistakable, demanding acknowledgm