We Are Meant To Be Together Novels & Stories

We are meant to be together and I won't allow anything to take that away. And one day, when she's ready- when she turns seventeen- She'll know. That she's mine. And I'm hers. Forever.

“Then we go together.” I knew then—I wasn’t alone in this. Whatever came next, we’d face it side by side. Together.

"Do you?" "Not even a little." He pulls me closer. "This is enough. You're enough. We're enough." "We're more than enough." The stars are bright above us. The mountains silent. The bond content. We survived the storm. And we're learning to love the calm. One day, one moment, one breath at a time. Together. Always together.

he gestured between us, "later, okay?" "FYI, there is nothing between us anymore. We are so done." I walked back inside and slammed the door in his face with so much force. "I don't believe it, Lu. We fucking belong together and I'm getting you back," he paused while I leaned back against my door, hearing every single word that he said, "Whatever it takes, baby. Alway and forever, remember?" he said in almost a whisper and I covered my mouth, holding back my sobs.

“With you by our side, we can face anything.” I smile at my mates, a tear of joy slipping down my cheek. “Together, we are unstoppable,” I say, my voice ringing with conviction. “United in love and bound by destiny, we shall overcome whatever challenges fate may throw our way.” As the first light of dawn begins to peek over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the clearing, Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I stand together in silent communion, our hearts beating as one. In that moment of perfect unity, we knew that our love is a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of hope and strength that will light our path, no matter how dark the road is ahead.

I whispered, my voice barely audible yet resolute, "we are meant to be together." Martin's face broke into a tender smile, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of relief and joy. He pulled me closer, his touch enveloping me in a sense of security and belonging. "We are," he affirmed, his voice filled with a quiet certainty. "And I've never been sure of anything in my life." In that instant, as our hands intertwined and our hearts aligned, I knew that the power of love would guide us through every challenge, illuminating our path as we discovered the depth and beauty of our shared destiny.

"I wanted to do something... special. For us." "It's beautiful," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "You're beautiful," I reply without thinking, and she rolls her eyes, laughing softly. "C'mon, let's toast." We sit at the table, and I pour us each a glass of cider. We clink them together, and I watch as her eyes sparkle in the glow of the lights. This moment feels unreal, like something out of one of those cheesy holiday movies we'd make fun of together. "You know," I start, setting my glass down. "This year has been a lot—for both of us. But being with you? That's been the best part. By far."

But within that tangled web, there was an unspoken commitment to face this unexpected truth as a team, to delve into the unknown with unwavering support for one another. At that moment, we stood at the precipice of a new chapter in our lives, teetering between fear and fascination. The path ahead was filled with uncertainties, but we had each other to lean on, to explore the depths of this mysterious bond, and to discover the true meaning of being destined mates.

"I love you too. Past, present, future. In any form. As myself or as the collective. Dead or alive. That's constant." "Then we face this together." "Together," I agreed. One month until we found out if we had a future together. Or if this was the beginning of the end.

"Especially the chaos. It's ours." He pulled me close. "Here's to chaos, then. And to Luna. And to us figuring it out together." "Together," I agreed. Always together.