Scorpio Man Sagittarius Woman Novels & Stories

I’m not really into this star-thingy, pseudo-science, but I know how crucial it can be to a woman and how desperately I need to be on good terms with this one. “I’m a Scorpio,” she answers enthusiastically, and I nod, smiling brightly at her. “Nice, nice,” I say while continuing to nod. Not that I would know what to do with that information. “I heard Scorpios and Tauruses get along well,” I gesture around with my hands, circling them over my head as I try to keep my poker face. “Star-likey.” She lifts her gaze to follow my movements before she looks back at me, “Uh-huh, I think so too.”

— Definitely, we don't know each other — I added laughing, because we had known each other in other ways without giving us time to find out those simple things that are part of our lives and that, like it or not, are also part of our personalities. — I'm a Scorpio and you? — He asked after answering me and it really made me laugh that Thiago knew what his zodiac sign was, since most men don't stop to think about it. — Damn! Now I understand you — I said, because I was also of the same sign and I knew how complicated we were who belonged to that group. — Don't tell me that... — Yes, my birthday is November 2nd, All Souls' Day, so I'm also a Scorpio — I interrupted him nodding.

“I don’t know. This is a huge decision. Life altering. I don’t even know your sign. When is your birthday?” “October 20th.” “So you have a thing for older women, huh? And that date lands on the cusp of Scorpio. Scary. Libra and Scorpio is an uninspiring match. However, I have never dated myself.” I grabbed my phone, researching the ins and outs of a Libra match. “What the fuck are we even talking about?” I dragged my eyes away from my cell to gawk at him. “Have you not been paying attention? I am older than you, which already makes me defensive. And then, we are both Libras. I’m trying to decide how I feel about that. Okay?”

That was the very last thing Sophie needed. It wasn’t often that Sage and his wolf were in accord on things. It wasn’t that their natures were very different; it was that they were so similar—hard, pushy, stubborn, and mostly serious. They both had such strong, forceful personalities that they clashed a lot. But they had one very big difference: their taste in women. Sage was allured by confident, courageous females who took life as severely as he did. His wolf, on the other hand, was so easily frustrated that he generally tended to like mischievous, resolute females that would present a challenge.

She gasped for air and her arms automatically buckled in his chest as her body crashed into his. She lifted her gaze, meeting those mesmerizing eyes. “I’m just... nervous,” she mumbled. And she was almost honest about it. Her fear was as great as her anxiety. “Let me tell you something.” Scott looked down so he could rest his forehead on her head. “We are mates, and that is the destiny determined by the Moon Goddess. And as you know, the Moon Goddess is like God for humans, and for us, she is supreme. Not a single werewolf can oppose that unless we reject our partner ourselves.”

Only she had the power to calm him down. He stared at her in complete silence, while she was busy working. If he was the fire, then she was his water. If he was the devil, then she was his angel. If he was an addict, then she was his drug. If he was the beast, then she was his beauty. If he was the sky, then she was his moon. She was only his. Sanskar's Swara. Sanskar was slowly, but surely, falling for Swara.

"Oh, no, no. According to your birth date, you're a black Scorpio." "I wouldn't say for myself that I'm arrogant and manipulative." I cross my arms in denial and Christoph interrupts us by bringing our salads and the Chardonnay. He fills two glasses and leaves us back to our seclusion. "Well, this is why I don't believe the horoscope. Although, there are things that fit your character." "Like what?" "Like... It's said that Scorpios are really passionate. They're very jealous and often even obsessive, but with high libido and never disappoint in bed."

“When’s your birthday?” She blinked. “Why?” “Pact partners share intel,” he said. “Basic stuff.” She hesitated, then said, “July. Cancer.” “Figures,” he muttered. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Moody. Emotional. Always pretending you’re tougher than you feel.” She glared. “And you? Let me guess. Scorpio?” He smirked. “November. Nailed it.” “Explains everything,” she shot back. Their laughter bounced off the tiles, quiet but real. For the first time in weeks, it didn’t feel like the walls were closing in.