You Were The Chosen One Meme Novels & Stories

Shane said. “I’m waiting for my mate. I won’t sleep with you,” I said. Irritation flashed in his eyes. “I could be your mate,” Shane said. “I’ll know in a few days if you are,” I said. Shane shook his head. “It never fails to surprise me how much importance is placed on a person that is chosen by someone else for you. I won’t take a partner because the Goddess tells me to. I take a mate because that’s who I’ve chosen. And come your coming of age party Adea, mate or not, you are mine.”

"It's not so bad when you get used to it, Luna Iris. Believe me, it isn't. I know that it's hard for you, but I'm certain that you will adjust with time." "And if I don't?" I primped. "What if I never adjust, Jamison? What if my life only gets worse from here? What if everything turns out different from this point?" "The goddess always chooses two people who are highly compatible with each other. She never makes any mistake." He advised me. "If she had chosen you, then she had a reason for doing so. Keep the faith, Luna. I know that things would only get better." "Thank you so much for your kind words, Jamison. I feel a lot better now," I chimed happily.

he always gave her money, a good amount so that she could support herself well with her son, and now that they are together the boy is fine. -How old is that guy? -He's the same age as me. -His hand was going down his neck, "Almost a millennium ago five wolves of different breeds were born..." Booke forgot about the hand that wanted to get in places it couldn't: a gamma, a delta, an omega, a beta and finally an alpha. All five were born on the same day, in the same place, time and country. -The omega didn't know about it. Although those children were taken to five continents, except for the cold because that's not important," she shooed away the words. I'm in this one because I like it and b

For them to return the Deity’s kindness, they were to present a maiden in every generation that was destined to carry the Deity’s child. A certain clan were the only ones capable of having offsprings that might become Chosen Vessels. They could determine that the child was a Chosen Vessel if she had a flower-shaped tattoo on her lower abdomen the moment she was born and they called that tattoo as the Mark of Kasarinlan. The Mark of Kasarinlan was absolute and the people strongly believed that it was something they could not defy for it would bring them great misfortune.

He must've been waiting for that moment for the past seven years. Didn't matter anymore. On the way home, I picked up some pork ribs.

"His father chose me. He looked my father in the eye and shook his hand. I am Ronan's fiancée." The words felt like a lifeline I was desperately clutching, the only solid thing in a world that was crumbling around me. I clung to them with everything I had, willing them to be true, willing reality to bend to my version of events. "We might be having some... some minor differences right now, but that doesn't change the fundamental truth. I am the chosen one. Not that freak."

Luca strolled up, cradling our baby girl. "Mommy's the best artist in the world." I looked at the newborn in his arms, at my husband, then at the piece behind us—'Reborn.' A phoenix, soaring high, sky on fire behind it. Day one of my real life. No countdowns. Every day? A clean start. Dad, you see me now, right? I finally became who I was meant to be. And him? The guy who counted 760 days? He's history.

“You’re right. I don’t know as well as I should, but can you understand that in my world, once you’ve found the one, you don’t let go?” “You said you don’t have mates, so how do you know this?” “I know, I said that, but I believe sometimes it’s just ordained, written in the stars. I never said it didn’t exist but that we can choose who we want; but I’ve also heard of people finding their mate, their soulmate.”

It was why I had hesitated to make my choice between them for so long. However, at that moment, I finally understood that I had been just a toy for them to pass the time with over the last two decades. Just then, Sophia uploaded a new post to her Instagram. She was sitting on my couch in the photo, showing off two different diamond rings that sparkled brilliantly on her fingers. She was wearing a tailored suit and glass heels. I recognized her outfit to be the same one that Antonio and Matteo had specially ordered for my birthday half a year ago.

“She’s been jealous of you since she was little. Do you remember her fourteenth birthday? “She threw a tantrum and overturned the altar. The whole family had to clean up for a long time.” That time, our parents forgot it was my birthday, too. They bought Bella a new pair of deer-hide boots, while I got nothing. I just wanted… Mom and Dad to notice me too. No one remembered how wronged I felt, though. They only cared about Bella. Bella’s lips moved, and I saw her eyes turn red. “Mom, actually, that time it was—”