Isabella is an example of the word special. In a whole generation of wolves behind her, no one has ever seen, heard or recorded of a wolf becoming the mate of a god. No in the wolf kingdom, no kingdom at all. The thing is that gods don't have mates but Isabella is made for him. He is bonded to her and she to him. This is the story of a princess and a god.
"That's what she told me. Minerva doesn't tell lies, she's a fey too, remember." The Moon Goddess's eyes narrows immediately at the other gods in the room but particularly on Fate. "You know that so why deny what I am telling you."
The person she refers to scoffs at her.
"Because of the exact words she said. That we are in a book and we are like puppets, being controlled by someone? It sounds even more humorous as I say it. Are you sure you aren't doing this to get back at me for your daughter's situation?"
The Moon Goddess can't believe her ears. Her rage rises up immediately and her hands tighten on her chair, breaking a piece of it in the process.
"Are you sure that you should really be called 'Fate' at all."
"Just stop, please guys." One of the gods groans, not knowing what to say to stop their bickering. "Fate please relieve what you did to Selina's daughter. If this will bring about some problems then find another way."
He turns to the Moon Goddess who hasn't lost her touch in glaring.
"And Selina, I do believe you but it also sounds unreal. I will look into it personally. Now please, can we have our lunch together in peace. I didn't invite you all here to break down my house."
The table remains silent as do the rest of the gods... but it's only for a while. Destiny's fingers wrap around the body of her glass of wine and she brings it to her lips with her mischievous eyes flicking around.
"I am a bit surprised that a number of you came. Fate, Selina, myself and my honey bunch."
"It's just a little get together. We don't have half of the gods here, Destiny. Please don't make a big show out of it."
Destiny shrugs at the god's -or as she calls him, her honey bunch's- response.
"At least he accepts his creatures and blah blah blah blah..."
They all turn to the female who appears out of nowhere, seated on one of the free chairs in the room. Her hair packed into an elegant bun with her dark skin glittering as she lays on the chair, her legs dangling out of it.
All the gods become alert, ready to attack if she tries anything. Selina, just sits still and watches the show. They have no idea who she is and how she got here which is odd. They are gods, they know everything in the universe.
"It's really hard to form a cool hyped sentence in these situations but I always do it somehow."
"And you are?" Fate asks, "And how did you get in here?"
"That's exactly what I wanted to ask." The god that Destiny calls 'honey bunch' narrows his eyes at the intruder.
The intruder that rolls her eyes at them and then sits straight.
"You guys have really out done yourselves. This chair is extra comfy." She exhales with a smile. "I just love my creations, don't you, Selina?"
The goddess the question is thrown to shrugs like it's none of her business but in the next second her eyes narrows. "I don't like one of your creations named Fate."
Fate laughs out without humor. "Is this the one you're talking about. The one who somehow created us, humans are creating supernaturals now."
His sarcasm doesn't go unnoticed by the writer and she scoffs. "Of course, when I give my creations the freewill they will turn away from me and think that they became gods on their own."
The gods can only look at her in confusion. Confusion on what she is saying and confusion on why she is still in here.
"What is the human rambling about?" Destiny finally speaks and the answer she gets is a small smile from the writer.
"I am here to prove to you all about who I am and my first act, will be giving one of you a mate."
Fate laughs out with humor this time. He can't believe the human that stands before them.
"Gods don't get mates, human.. We choose our partners." Destiny responds, her eyes on the god seated close to her.
The writer stands on her feet as she begins to count, ignoring Destiny. "Who am I going to choose... oh ya, you!"
A smile is plastered on the writer's face.
Love!! Laura barely knew the meaning of that. She was an orphan, an orphan with no family and home but then one day she found it. Love!! It never lies, some say. She fell in love but the world has a weird way of coming back to us. Soon enough, her past came to become her future, after all, she told being raped as nothing. This taught her many lessons... Lessons from love, betrayal and friendships.
"Fuck you. Get off me now!" He towers over me and his hands move under the covers, going higher and higher until I gasp. No matter how I want to push him away and stomp on his body, I can't. The heat and pleasure coming from his touch makes me go crazy. "Get off me, you dimwit." Through the heat, I force out words and I close my eyes as I moan when his lips descend on my neck, teasing and nibbling. "Oh goddess. Why won't you get off me." I try to push him off, in the mist of pleasure and he looks down at me with hooded eyes. My back touches the headboard when I shift backwards but he drags me back to himself by my ankle. "I am the King, Minerva. That means what I say goes." "Well, you can go fuck yourself or better yet, let your other mate do that for you." He climbs over me with his hands on each side of my head. Luckily, the heat is subsiding due to our close range. "I've told you a thousand time. I don't want you, I need you." "Fucker! I've told you a zillion times, I don't want to be your baby making machine, you stupid son of a mammoth-" He immediately shuts me up with a deep kiss, exploding my insides. ~~~~ It's every she-wolf's dream to be the mate of the wolf king but not Minerva's. She didn't plan to even know him, she didn't bargain to become a second mate, or a baby making machine to the King who has an unusual plan set up in his head; neither did she plan to be a hybrid. All these were a surprise to her, maybe being the King's mate comes with a few benefits, and being crazy comes with the chance to plan his death... Slowly, a very very slow death. Her multiple personalities has no bounds but what happens when he finally breaks her and gets his way. The once crazy mate turns into mush but even under all that events and whatnot is a new arising evil, hiding from their sights and rapidly growing in power. 'The Crazy Hybrid Of A Mate', didn't get the name for show... Er- maybe she did.
Jenny is a dancer and singer too. Her trip to visit her parents leave a wide hole between her and her best friend's relationship. When they both come back together, a guy comes into their life. Both of them fall in love with him, she had to leave him for her best friend, that's what best friends do right?
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffmanāthe heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
As far as everyone was concerned, William had married Renee under duress. Now that his one true love was backāand with childāthey couldnāt wait for him to abandon Renee. Surprisingly, Renee was candid about the situation. "To be honest, Iām the one asking for a divorce every single day. I want it even more than any of you!" But they brushed off her remark as a paltry attempt to save face. Until William made a declaration himself. "Divorce is out of the question. Anyone who spreads false rumors shall face legal consequences!" Renee was at a loss. What was this crazy man up to now?
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, āWho will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.ā