Words That End With Mate Novels & Stories

“Good. Now imagine that but on steroids. And crack. And more steroids. And maybe mixed with a fever dream no one asked for. That’s a mate.” I blinked. “So… a soulmate?” She shook her head. “No darling, soulmate is soft. Cute. Romantic. Mate is… violent destiny. Mate is permanent. Mate is stick-to-you-like-glue energy. Mate is ‘if you die, I die’ nonsense. Mate is a cosmic marriage contract signed with magical blood and no human consent form.” I stared at her. She stared back. “That sounds like kidnapping with extra toppings,” I said. “Welcome to the supernatural world,” she replied.

I'm seeing a man that had been disturbing my every night sleep and he had called me ma___ Mate! Mate. How does he know about the mating stuff? “How did you know about the mating stuff? How did you? Have you been stalking me too? You don't let me sleep and now you stalk me in real life too?” I pinned my eyes that were now watering around his face.

Not a friendship but there is more to that which I couldn't place my finger on what exactly that could be. "I don't…. Uh. Have no idea what you are talking about," I said, avoiding the words rolling out from my lips like I was stammering. "Is he your mate……. Are you two mated?" My bones cringe at that one word **MATE** me and Allen mates! That sounds fascinating! Incredible!! Hell, no……. This is the craziest thing ever, never!! Mated to Allen and Albin, that means that I need to go and start digging my grave by now.

He moved closer to me when he found out that not a word came out of my mouth and my expression, wasn't one he could read. "Aren't you happy that I am your mate?" He asked, his face pale, I don't want to tell him that, my heart doesn't beat for him, and that would mean rejecting him. I know that feeling of being rejected by your mate but the truth is, I feel nothing of such for him, the only thing I want from him is friendship, I see him as a friend and a brother not, someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, not someone, I want to be mate to.

“You sound just like me when I was your age. But the truth is, Liam, you can’t run from who you are.” I set my glass down a little too hard, the sound echoing through the study. “So, what exactly is a mate? And how will I know when I find mine?” A knowing look crossed his face. “A mate is more than just a partner. It’s a bond. The one person that transcends logic and reason. It’s instinct, fate, and desire all wrapped into one. When you find her, you’ll know. Your wolf will know. Your wolf will be overprotective.”

this seemed to have caught his attention as I saw his hands stop moving on the keyboard. His eyes flickered to mine again, and he stretched his limbs out. “Fine. Ask away,” “I’ve been so interested in the mate thingy. How does it work exactly? I know it’s a soulmate thing, but I need more explanation on it,” I sat on the chair, leaning my hands and my chin on the backrest. “Well, like I had explained earlier, and like what’s you said, mates are coined from soulmates. To know if you’re mated is like a pull to your significant other. It’s an indescribable feeling and there’s no way to miss it,”

What the hell is a mate, I all but scream at him. Julius says, please try to calm down, I will tell you everything and answer all of your questions, little mate. Don't call me that and damn right you will, I say a little too snappy while giving him, Lola and Travis the death glare. Okay, Star, a mate is someone that the goddess above hand-picks for each supernatural being. It’s their other half, the one makes them complete. Even better, a friend you can count on for the rest of your life that has your back regardless of what, and most importantly. A person to love and cherish unconditionally while growing old together. That's why I felt a weird connection with you the first time we met and e

Then she gave me this life, I thought, soaping my thighs with more force than needed. An omega in a world where we’re tools for packs—breeders, omegas, nothing but vessels. And now… Hunter. My mate. The one who hates me more than the rest of the world. The words echoed in my head as I rinsed my hair, the suds sliding down my back like tears.

Maeve *:first-child]:mt-0 [&>*:last-child]:mb-0 css-11gkwg3"> The words hung between us, heavy and foul, as if something rotten had been placed in the space that separated me from my mother. Ronan remained motionless, and so did I, but the tension behind me was palpable. Every Caine wolf could feel his anger, and so could the Silver Crown. My mother looked at Ronan with a wary, simmering hatred, as if he were some threat she had spent years preparing herself to despise.

She was a special light to my soul and I wasn't going to let that light turn off. "You're beautiful, jade." I spoke and not being able to control myself, I slammed my lips on hers. "Mmmm, mate." She called out in-between the kiss. A hungry growl erupted from within me and I could feel Max wanting to take her now. "Jade," I pulled away from the kiss, my hands resting on her cheek. "You're my mate?" She gazed at me for answers. "Yes, I am your mate, jade." "Wow, you're so cute. The moon goddess must love me."