#College romance #Fated Mates #Enemies to Lovers Fate doesn't send a warning text. What happens when the werewolf you can't stand becomes the werewolf you can't live without? **** As a neurosurgery student, I, Yvaine Mackenzie, have only one thing on my brain-well, the brain. Born werewolf, but with a self-prescribed immunity to the whole fated-mate concept, I never speculated how I would meet my other half. My life is already packed to the brim with surgical precision: textbooks, hospital shifts, matcha dates with my roommates, and making sure my twin brother-aka, our college's famous team captain-leaves the wereball field with all his limbs intact. That's right, wereball-the unnecessarily aggressive sport comparable to human football but with no refs, no penalties, and no protective gear. Or as I like to call it, uncivilized, primitive, and a waste of medical supplies. Everything fits perfectly into my color-coded agenda... until one night I innocently lend out my phone and receive the filthiest message from an anonymous rival player. Figures, as he's the most arrogant, irritating, and ill-mannered person I've never met. And my REM-sleep has never been the same. Though somewhere between late-night texting and morning bickering, the shockingly perceptive mystery man I renamed "Rudolph" becomes my closest confidante. But we can't hide behind our screens forever. The more our friendship deepens, the closer we draw toward catastrophic secrets and one undeniable truth-how we accidentally texted destiny into existence. When everything explodes...will I be able to forgive him? If I'd known one silly text would tilt the axis of my life? I would've done some cardio. Strengthened my heart. Kept a defibrillator with me. All the time.

During the day Tessa von Biljoen is an attorney at a corporate law firm and at night ....the PLAYER in Tessa comes alive. She's not interested in relationships. She just wants fast love. But then she breaks her only rule...

* 'I-I am sorry your highness I touched ...!' She was trying to apologize, but she fell silent as she could not utter with her mouth that she accidentally touched his lips. 'But I am not sorry!' He said calmly looking straight at her. What was she supposed to say after hearing his words? 'I did not mean to touch your highness's ...' she said with great difficulty. 'That was not a touch.' He said not permitting her to brush it off as an accident, even though it clearly was. 'It was a kiss.' He said with a hoarse determined voice. She widened her eyes, as her face flushed even more than it did when she realized what she had done. He dared to say the word she avoided. 'That was not! I...' she tried to refute. 'What is a kiss Celia?' She could not answer. How could she say the definition of a kiss with her own mouth, it would only confirm his words. * 'It was an accident. I am truly sorry, I did not mean any discourtesy towards your highness. If I can make up for my error somehow?' She quickly said. She did not know of his personal life, as he had a tight security around him and nobody knew much of the king outside official visits and business. He must have felt insulted. 'Please don't call it an accident. For a first kiss of a person to be called an accident ...' He said again with a dejected tone, but did not continue. It was like he had already gotten his point across. 'Ahhh. I am so sorry! It really was an ...' She wanted to say accident but, because of his pleading she could not actually say it. To have committed the blame of taking the king's first kiss and then not acknowledging it, how would he think of her? At this point she did not even realize that their roles had reversed, or that it was her first kiss also. PS: If you like loyal mates... then please proceed further :D

Sophie is flying back home after being gone for four years. She's the maid of honor in her childhood friend's wedding. When she imagined being the maid of honor, she never imagined the groom would be the man that she was in love with. Hoping that having a front row seat to their union will finally give her closure, she catches a flight to the last place she ever wanted to return. Andrew can't believe that his best friend is getting married. He has always thought that letting Sophie go was his friend's biggest mistake. She was the perfect woman and he hasn't stopped thinking about her since she disappeared four years ago. If she wasn't his best friend's ex, he would have tracked her down and fought hard for a chance to have her for himself. When the week of the wedding finally arrives, Sophie and Andrew take their positions as the maid of honor and best man. Will Sophie's history with her ex - the groom, make this an event she'd like to forget or will the best man make this a celebration she'd like to remember forever?