Mated to a god

Chapter 1: Prologue

"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.

the body of her glass of wine and she brings it to

that a number of

have half of the gods

-or as she calls him, her

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

cool hyped sentence in

you are?" Fate

how did you get in

I wanted

‘honey bunch’

intruder that rolls her eyes at them and

out done yourselves.This chair is extra comfy." She exhales with a

just love my creations, don’t you,

to shrugs like it’s none of her business but in the next

one of your creations

out

one you're talking about.The one who somehow created us, humans are creating

doesn't go unnoticed by the writer

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