Romans & histoires Sarcastic Soulmate

"I understand, darling. But, we don't even have to leave again. We don't ever have to leave." Clearing her throats, she stood up and sat beside me. " Do you know what a soulmate is, darling?" I shook my head and look at her beautiful ruby red eyes. "It refers to the other half of your heart, Marco. A person who will love you and care for you forever. They will be your friend, your family, your love and by your side until the end of time." "Was father your mate?" My question made my mother flinched and she shook her head though she smiled sadly.

“If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you myself I don’t need someone else doing it for me.” “aw, how sweet of you. I am touched by the caring and support of my dear mate,” I respond in a sarcastic sweet tone. “don’t call me your mate again. I am not.” “Good, I would hate it too if I was stuck with a monster like you.”

“I’m hilarious. And I’m also the only one brave enough to drive you to a party where your almost-soulmate is probably pacing around like a lion on crack.” “Almost soulmate?” I raised a brow. “You heard me. Until he grows a brain and stops being emotionally constipated, he’s just an almost. Meanwhile—” he gestured dramatically at himself, “—look at me. Witty, charming, can name all the Kardashians in order. What else do you need in a man?” “A mute button,” I said sweetly. Aaron gasped like I slapped him. “Betrayed. In my own car. By my own best friend.”

Ace and I brace ourselves for rejection as she inhales to speak. "Lance," she whispers, and my back stiffens. Her sweet voice fills my body with so many desperate emotions. I wish she were just a normal mate. I wish she was like the she-wolves from Riverstone who crave a true mate over any other. Anger and sadness boil in my soul as I slam the plate and cup down to turn towards her.

I snarled sarcastically and he turned to me with an assessing eye. “No, Boss, not old age. Love! Keeping my mate happy while others are sleeping is what is causing this lethargic tiredness, but well, I am not complaining. You should try it sometimes.” He poked almost sarcastically too and the others laughed. I could not believe my ears. Did he just make a poke at me now because I am without a mate? Well, not actually that I don’t have a mate, but since I don’t even know where the hell my mate is, it’s almost the same thing.

I hate the pressure our society is putting on werewolf to find our soulmates, It's not like we have any control over it. "Hey, there is nothing to worry about, Jack dosn't have a soulmate yet and neither do I." "Maybe we are cursed." She said making me laugh. "Trust me Sofia, we are too boring to be cursed. Now let's go eat, I'm starving." I said as I took her hand and dragged her downstairs with me.

“Aren’t you arrogant? Me fancying you? Look at you! I bet even in the dark, you’re still hideous.” “Aren’t you fucking rude?” “No, I’m just plain stupid. I should be walking away now, but for some reason, I keep answering your questions.” “Do you know why?” He asked and the arrogant smirk was back on his face. “I don’t know, and I don’t care.” “Do witches have mates?” “Like werewolves?” I chuckled sarcastically. “No, thanks spirits!” “What’s with the sarcasm?”

That very night, while the royal convoy stopped at an inn on the journey back to the capital, Ann joined forces with the disguised Royal Astrologer and successfully completed the face-swapping ritual. However, a forbidden spell like that was an act against the gods themselves. After the ritual was completed, both sides would fall into a month-long coma. To hide the truth... Also to identify the man Princess Shirley truly loved... Ann simply had the Royal Astrologer invent the lie that only Princess Shirley's destined soulmate could awaken her with a kiss. Which meant... No matter which one of the three Lynch brothers kissed her, she would wake up. In the end, that person would always die.

He caught her as she slid down, took her in his arms, held her and comforted her while she purged over a year’s worth of pent-up grieving and heartache from her soul. *** She had no idea how much time had passed. All Faith knew was that she was emotionally and physically exhausted. She had run out of tears. Rick stroked her back, her hair, and rocked her gently to try to soothe her wounded spirit. In a small voice she finally spoke. “I bet I look amazing right now. Waterproof mascara, my ass.” Rick laughed and tilted her face up to his. “You’re beautiful, no matter what your makeup is doing. You’re even more beautiful without it. But it’s not run as badly as you think.”

"My mate is not going to be dumb." "Details, shmetails," shrugged Carter. He leaned back on the wall opposite to her, with a smirk on his lips. "You might believe that your mate will be a knight in shining armor, Darling. But I need to warn you that sometimes mates are not exactly the same as in your dreams, they can be quite cruel and ruthless. Greedy and selfish for the sake of protecting their peace. Maybe they will let go of you, abandon you, leaving you alone forever. While you wait for them to give a bit of their sympathy to you, they could ignore you and go out to play. Their essence might be engraved in your bones, but the same isn't necessarily true for them."