Sana Twice Novels & Stories

Laci asked, worriedly. "I… Laci, can you tell me why your brother thinks I am his mate? Maybe it's a mistake or something?" I drew her closer to whisper into her ears. She shook her head. "You are indeed his second chance mate. His wolf called out to you in the presence of all his sentinels. My brother can never pull such tricks." "But…it's impossible… it can't be…" I murmured, still feeling confused. I definitely can't be so lucky as to have three chance mates!

“Declan can’t protect me from him. No one can.” A few hours later, the truck came in the wrong lane. I look at the message again, my heart hammering. “Sirius, is that you? Please, be you.” My fingers tremble as I type the reply. I don’t use names. I use our secret language: “Always to the north.” The reply arrives almost immediately: “Thank God. I thought I had lost you forever. I saw the news about Boston, about the wedding. I knew it was you.”

Sabrina eagerly brushed back a stray black lock, she couldn't help but smile as the spell took effect, the waters in the silver fountain clearing as her spell worked its... well, magic. Sabrina knew she should feel guilty, and she did! She was spying on Élise! Her loving, doting girlfriend of two years.

Sana sighed. I nodded fighting back a smirk. "Do you want to talk to him? You did ghost him after all." She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I think I need to clear some things up." I smiled and nodded. "Sure girl, go ahead. I'll wait for you at the Rafe's Café okay?" Sana thanked me and took off towards her ex hook-up. I watched her go, feeling a little proud, she wasn't the type to talk to men again after intimate situations.

As Mona asserted, Tuna moved towards her to say something back. This was all the same. Tuna was looking for attention again. Glaring at Mona for a second, Sanaya walked away, not giving any ears to Tuna's words. Sanaya was close to the exit, she could see her vision become blurrsome for a second and then everything was ok again. She was sweating and she was seeing a double-double version of everything. "Hold on a bit more." Clenching on her dress tightly, Sanaya took a step ahead when she could hear Nick's voice from behind. She decided not to turn around but walk away but of course, only if he was going to let her do so.

Athena grinned while halting her work, blinking at me with barely contained glee. “What do you think?” I crossed my arms and laid back with a huff, still miffed about the failed attempt. In my opinion, I was alright, and it should have worked. “Oh…never mind. There is always plan B.” “I don’t know about that.” I breathed through my mouth, not looking at her. “Lana. What do you mean by that?” “He’s not interested.” “Says who?!” “I can see that.” Silence draped over us like a duvet, almost suffocating, arms pricking with goosebumps, when I heard the sound of her heels clacking. I jolted at her cold touch on my shoulder when she sat down next to me.

"I did my best But I guess my best wasn't good enough Cause here we are Back where we were before Seems nothin' ever changes We're back to being strangers Wondering if we ought to stay Or head on out the door Just once Can we figure out what we keep doin' wrong Why we never last for very long What are we doin' wrong? Just once..." That was the song that she had been playing over and over again inside her apartment as that was also the theme song of 'The Second Time Around', their series. And every single time she got to listen to the song, she'd tear up. It had been three days since the first episode of the series was released, but everything was still overwhelming for her. Not to mention th

I picked one up and measured it, smiling at the sight of a bracelet on my wrist. "That looks great on you." Said a voice. My eyes immediately roamed around and I frowned when I couldn't figure out who it was from. "In front of you, Ma'am." After saying that, I looked at the salesman. My jaw dropped as I realized who was behind that deep voice. For a brief moment, I was transfixed by his appearance. He looks exactly like Chris Evans, but in an Italian way. I was immediately embarrassed when he laughed out loud, I bowed down because of shame.

Sandra, a soft-spoken pack member in her early sixties who ran a small handcrafted jewelry shop in Northshore for fun of leaving the pack once a while, offered me a small smile as she adjusted the bangles on her wrist. “Thanks for the doughnut today, Aurora. It was lovely having a ride partner once again,” she said kindly. “Thank you for the ride and I’ll definitely be doing more of riding with you now,” I replied with a warm smile, genuinely grateful for the opportunity to have someone who could always drop me off at Northshore. In the past Aria had always drove me to Northshore since we were bestfriend, sometimes Kieran as well whenever he was going to work but since I found Sandra store I