All Chapters of Strings of Fate: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

"As enthusiastic as they were, most of the guests don’t make it through the entire movie. Logan begins dozing off and Shaun offers to drop them and Amber home since none of them really drive. Cam is awake and going strong which is hardly a surprise given the amount of late nights she works, However she chooses to bow out while Harry is distracted and not staring at her. I think his undivided attention was enough to freak her out a little. By the time the movie finishes, the only people left are myself, Bellamy, Kiara and Harry. Even Megan went upstairs to bed and Darrien of course vanished moments after she left. Kiara seems cheerful but very drowsy. Her sleeping pattern is all messed up from being stuck in a dark basement with nothing to do most of the time. But I hope she sleeps well tonight. She has to be pretty worn out. We send her upstairs to change for bed then Bellamy and I sit there staring at Harry. That alcohol must have been STRONG because he is totally out. Dead to the wor

"Despite my late night, I wake up early in the morning. Groaning and mentally pleading for a glass of water and some painkillers to materialise in my hands so that I don’t have to stand up. If my bladder could magically empty itself that would help too. But no such luck. I carefully disentangle my limbs from Bellamy and climb out of bed. I freeze for a second right on the edge with one foot on the floor when he groans and rolls over. But he doesn’t wake so I keep moving. First step, the bathroom. Once I no longer feel like exploding, I head downstairs to get some painkillers and caffeine. For once, no one else is awake before me, not even Megan. On my way through to the kitchen I check in on Harry, yeah he’s still totally out. I don’t expect he will be awake anytime soon, and when he does wake I suspect the hangover will be hell. Actually, I suspect all the Shifters are going to have a pretty bad hangover. They’re not used to feeling the effects of alcohol so strongly. Actually, I don

"I’m super anxious when meeting up with Alex. I watch him set up his ever present laptop for what I'm starting to think is going to be a full on presentation. “Alex… did you make a powerpoint presentation?” I ask, trying to keep any judgement from entering my tone. “Yes. I’ve been so awkward lately and all of our meetings have been last minute so I couldn’t plan what I wanted to say in advance. I finally had time so I thought I would show you that I CAN speak without stammering. That is… if you give me some time to think about it first.” He points out uncomfortably. “Oh, well that’s cool. I appreciate the effort you’ve put in. I just don’t want you to think I expect you to do all this when you don’t want to. I don’t mind if your presentations aren’t perfect. It’s just us and Bellamy. You’re not on stage in front of a huge crowd or anything. It won’t matter.” I try to assure him. He raises an eyebrow. “You still don’t get it do you?” He asks with a sigh. “What don’t I get?” I prom

"My first instinct is to argue, to insist that there isn’t anything and that she’s being silly. But somehow I don’t think that will help. I mean, if she told me she was murdering puppies in her free time and that she had a detailed and realistic plan for world domination? Okay, that might give me pause. I probably would send her away to get help or something. I mean, I wouldn’t abandon her, but saying never… that isn’t going to help. “Okay, well why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you and we can figure it out. I promise to listen and do my best not to judge. Maybe a different perspective will help.” I suggest. Kiara struggles with my words for a minute. I can tell she’s thinking about it and I wait patiently for her to sort through her thoughts. Eventually I see a sad sort of acceptance cross her face and I know she’s made a decision. She takes a deep breath and it comes out shaky. “The people who died. All the ones the scary ladies killed… it’s my fault.” she whispers the words,

"I’m holding my breath as I read that first line again. *I’ve wanted you in my bed since the first time I saw you. *Oh dear. Maybe I shouldn’t do this. Except… that’s stupid. Not reading it won’t make it less true and honestly… it’s not like it’s something I didn’t already know. So it’s probably time that I suck it up and just accept that I’m the one choosing to be here. I DO want this. I’m just terrified of it. I let my breath out and force myself to relax as I keep reading.*You already know that you have inspired some ideas for my study and that the thought of making you too embarrassed to enter the kitchen for a month thrills me. I can’t get the image of you in the shower out of my head ever since you first walked out in front of me wearing that towel and taking care of you in the bath was the best kind of torment. I broke the night of my sister’s engagement party. You were devastating in that dress and I desperately wanted to keep you on my arm and show you off in front of eve