What Is Meant For You Novels & Stories

"Why are you doing this? You promised me space. You let me believe it was all a dream!" "I let you return to your home because I thought your human system required a period of decompression," Lucian said, taking a slow step forward, his obsidian eyes dark with a coiled, desperate energy. "But the distance is a poison, Yolande. When you crossed the valley threshold, my internal threshold began to redline. The wolf... the wolf does not understand a legal boundary line when the anchor is entirely absent."

What did you just say???? Far away from Meee.....Kabir said pointing to himself...... I think I am being too soft with you that's why you think you can say anything!!!!! Don't push me to show you what I can do Erica.... Trust me baby this whole world is too small to hide you from me.!!!

"And if I don't know what the hell I want?" Lucas leaned forward, his blue eyes intense. "Traffic lights are easy. Red for never, yellow for maybe, green for hell yes." "Christ," Sophia muttered, running a hand through her hair. "Is this what they teach you in the army now? Kink 101?" He laughed, a warm sound that filled the kitchen. "No, this is what you learn when you've lived a little. It's about knowing yourself, Sophia. That's the key to any good relationship, kinky or not."

“What does that mean?” Her smile returns. “You just don’t know it yet.”

“I gave you my word. I do not go back on my word.” As our meal drew to a close, I couldn't help but smile at him, my heart warmed by the genuine connection we were building. The complexities of our personalities and the challenges we faced only seemed to deepen our bond. I leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips, a silent affirmation of my gratitude for his understanding and patience.

The thought of green poop disgusts me on levels I didn't know existed. I'm starting to say meaningless things now, sorry. I'd have erased everything I just typed out, but you need to understand the kind of girl you're talking to. I'm what you'd term, a weirdo. I can act normal, but once I'm comfortable enough with you, then, lets just say, if you're not into anything "extra," I'd prolly freak you out.

It only said, with quiet finality. “You are no longer what you were. Now you will become what you were meant to be.”

“What is it?” “Give me one day.” “One day?” I repeated. “The entire day,” he clarified. “Just… give me that.” My heart stuttered. “For what?” I asked, even though I knew. “For us.” The word lingered. “For you,” he corrected gently. “For the kids. For whatever this is.”

Hopefully it'd be tangible enough to understand my predicament. "What are you?"

" What do you need me to do for you?" "