We Are Meant To Be Together Novels & Stories

"Let's claim our bond, love, and life together." As one, we leaned in, our mouths meeting in a kiss that sealed our fate, love, and destiny. We were no longer just people; we were a single entity, a union of hearts, souls, and bodies that would never be broken.

I always have been. “You know why,” she whispers. “I want to be with you. I want you to come with me.” “You once said that you felt the same way as I did. Maybe you said that because you thought you'd never see me again. I don't know. By I don't know why you wouldn't come with me if you feel that way. “We are meant to be. No matter what you do, we're meant to be. And I don't understand how you could leave me.”

Maybe less. But right now, in this moment, we're all still here. All still whole. All still together. And that's all that matters.

It had to be enough. Because it was all any of them could do. Live honestly. Love fully. Move forward. One day at a time. Together. Always together. The way they'd promised. The way they'd always meant to. Forever.

“But it’s okay. You’ve always been meant for me. We’re mates. We’re supposed to be together. The Moon Goddess is giving you to me… We’ll be together forever…” I closed my eyes and letting myself drift back into sleep.

“I know, I fееl thе ѕаmе. I think I finally gеt it.” “Good, because I need уоu tо know that I аm уоurѕ аnd уоu are mіnе, nothing оr nо оnе wіll brеаk uѕ. Wе’rе gоіng tо lіvе lоng hарру lives tоgеthеr.”

Never Again 🌷 “If two people are meant to be together, they will eventually find their way back into each other's arms…. No matter what!” ~•~ E V E L Y N• Our bodies were pressed against each other- fire to fire, heat to heat. I felt the heat surging from his body, rubbing against mine. My breathing hitched, yet I tried to push his built figure off me.

Teaching love not through words, but through moments like this. We’ve come so far from where we began. And as the stars begin to bloom overhead, I know in my soul, we’re exactly where we’re meant to be. Together.

“The guilt is natural. You have to find a way to move forward.” “With you?” The question hangs in the air between us. “If you want,” I say carefully. “We’re already living together. Why not make something good out of all the bad?” She turns to look at me finally, her eyes searching mine. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying maybe we were meant to end up here. Together. Despite everything or maybe because of everything.” I brush a strand of hair from her face. “We understand each other in a way no one else can. Isn’t that worth something?”

There are no true words for it, but the closest I can come to explaining it is that I felt like we were meant to meet. Like we were meant to be together. Which is crazy because, obviously, we can't be together. Not in that way. Even having a friendship is risky, and if we weren't on this insane mission together, I would be steering clear of her, just like I do most people. But life put us together. And maybe it's supposed to be this way. Maybe it's some weird kind of destiny. Not that I ever believed in that. Still ... A lot of weird stuff is happening, whether or not I want those things to be real.