All Chapters of Strings of Fate: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

"Harry stares back at me, probably trying to work out why I’m just sitting here blinking in shock. I’ve never seen him act so… so responsibly before. He’s just sitting here casually talking about budgeting and floor plans. I know that theoretically he must be capable of these kinds of things. He is an adult, he pays bills and has a job. But he always acts so carefree that it’s just weird to see him considering something as mundane as budgeting. “Seriously, what is it?” He whines. I answer slowly.“Harry… are… are you secretly a… responsible adult?” My tone is incredulous and I am definitely playing it up a little for the drama. Harry gasps in fake horror.“You take that back! He insists. I shake my head solemnly.“I can’t, it’s too late. I’ve seen too much. You care about budgeting.” I keep my voice serious and Harry sighs.“Okay, you caught me. I have basic life skills. I know, it’s a lot to take in. There is a brain in here, I’m not just a pretty face.” He knocks himself on the hea

"We arrive at my bar and I’m immediately struck by rage. Right across the front door and the bricks of the building is a huge. Graffiti drawing of some unidentifiable symbol or tag or something. I can’t help but reach out to touch it and my fingers come back sticky with black paint that hasn’t quite dried yet. For goodness sakes, why would someone even vandalise the front of my building? This is ridiculous! What were they hoping to accomplish? It’s not even GOOD graffiti!”Do you think it will wash off? It’s not quite dry yet so I reckon there’s a good chance we can get it clean.” Harry says softly. He seems concerned that I might be really upset or delicate. No, mostly I’m just pissed off.”I know a potion that should get it off, I’m just angry that someone would waste my time like this.” I grumble, waving a hand dismissively. Harry brightens.”Oh, well I can help with the cleaning. Do you have any ideas who might have done this?” He queries. I consider who might have an issue with m

"I watch on in delight as a group of young women gush over the magic lanterns. They even take photos to post on their social media. According to them, an unexpected bonus of the unusual lighting is that ‘everyone looks prettier by firelight’ and I have to say I sort of agree. The lights are bright enough to show off a person’s features, but soft enough that they don’t draw attention to blemishes or bad dye jobs. Any time someone commented on the new decor up at the bar, Harry would loudly declare that this is just the beginning and that there are plenty more magical displays to come. I expected people to be interested but I didn’t realise just how popular the magical decor would be. I mean, it’s basically just rainbow fire. But apparently magic really is even less accessible than I thought these days and even this simple display is enough to keep people captivated. Although I’m sure the draw will wear off eventually. But that’s why I'm planning plenty of other magical decorations plus

"I shouldn’t be nervous waiting for Harry to finish up with Ryann and come pick me up but I am. I feel like he’s going to take one look at my face and realise I have actual feelings for him and that it will somehow end up a total mess. I mean I’ve felt this way for a while, but now I’m AWARE of it. I suppose he will figure it out eventually since I’ve decided to actually commit to this relationship properly. I try watching TV but I end up changing shows four times before just turning it off because I don’t actually want to watch. I wash the dishes, reorganise the tupperware cupboard and then I wander aimlessly from room to room like a Sim with all my actions cancelled. It’s not until he arrives, I answer the door and he sweeps me up into a giant bear hug that my anxiety fades and I remember that I feel comfortable around Harry. The only one causing my anxiety is myself. We head to a local, Magic friendly restaurant that neither of us have tried before. I choose to sit in a booth and

"The first thing the police do is have Harry release Simon and they put Simon in handcuffs. The moment he is no longer needed to restrain Simon, Harry is at my side and pulling me into his arms in a tight hug. I immediately melt into his hold but only for a few seconds before I shove him away and begin checking him for injuries. He took a pretty nasty fall at the start there when Simon surprised us. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” I worry, poking and prodding at Harry’s arms and trying to step behind him to get a better look at his back. Harry steps around me, places his hands on the sides of my shoulders and pulls me around to face him. “Relax, I’m fine. Nothing worse than a few bruises. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were angling to get a look at my ass.” He winks at me and I glare.”This isn’t funny!” I object, crossing my arms over my chest. Harry sighs.”I know, but I really am fine.” He promises. I narrow my eyes and examine his face, searching for any sign of pa