A Fate Rewritten Novels & Stories

My heart felt so heartbroken at the fact that I had slept with someone else… like, like I'd cheated on Cindy or something, but my brain reasoned that perhaps it was all better this way… that it was time to move on, maybe start a new life. I gently got up from the bed so as to not wake Rosaline, and then thudded to the bathroom for a shower. Welcome to my new life.

We all nod in silent agreement. Looking around the delivery room, I see all of us sharing an emotion that most of us have forgotten about since the Fated Plague took so many of our loved ones and changed all of our lives in such horrific ways. Hope. THE END Now you are probably wondering, "When is the next book?!" Book 3: Choosing Fate (Saph's Story)- Coming Winter of 2023 Consider engaging with me in places such as the Book of Faces and/or The Gram of Instant Gratification ;)

The bodyguards dragged me roughly out of the hospital and threw me into the cold mud outside. Heavy rain poured down, smashing against my twisted body. This was the most remote slum in Neopolis. Homeless people die on these streets every day. I struggled to open my eyes. Rain hit my eyelids, twisting everything in my vision into a blur. Facing death once again, my heart suddenly became calm. Being reborn wasn’t to defy fate, but to let me experience once more, clearly and deeply, what it meant to have ten thousand arrows pierce the heart and be torn apart piece by piece.

At this time, Lina had returned home, she angrily went straight to her room when the sound of her parents talking caught her attention and stopped to listen even though her whole body was drenched. “ Baby, so we were right with that hypothesis, people have predestined fate and two people come together in this life because of the affection of their previous life.” “ That's right, now just need to verify with the device that the past life that you researched, our spiritual research can be said to be half successful.”

she replied, forcing the words out evenly, “but I’d rather stand here shaking than crawl at your feet.” For a moment, neither moved. Predator and prey locked in a battle of will. Then his mouth twisted into a dangerous smile. “You won’t be standing for long.” The pain in her side throbbed, but she held his gaze, unbroken. And then something inside her cracked. It was a violent, splintering snap. Pain, fear, and betrayal shattering into something harder. It all twisted together and became something else entirely. FURY.

Not god. Not a demon. Reckoning. --- “The wolf is awake,” it thought. “The girl was never yours. She is my fire returned to life.” My hand shook. “It’s begun again,” I whispered. And in the Loom above us, fate’s threads writhed. One name burned brighter than all the rest. Not Kade. Not Adira. Araya. Fire reborn. And fate had begun to burn.

Thankfully no one is around to see me getting man handled by an Immortal. “He killed his family. He will be better off dead, in a place where he can’t hurt anymore. I know an abandoned house you can wait in until Chase wakes. Unless of course, you want Ren to come back to life and come for you both?” Fate says. He leans in so close, I can feel his breath against me, hear the firmness of his tone. I don’t like my options. But I know which one I like the best. Fate keeps his word and brings Chase to an abandoned building he knows of, dumping him onto a couch before taking off to deal with Ren. I try not to think about what he is going to do to him.

In her previous life, that same hand had once been extended to her. But at that time, Lyra had slapped it away because she had wanted to marry Damien so badly. If, in the past, Sofi and Paul had planned the bride swap just so Ciara could marry Damien. This time, Lyra made the path easier. This time, Lyra did not slap away the same hand that had once again been extended to her. Instead, she gripped it tightly. Lyra briefly felt the hand stiffen, perhaps because she was holding it too tightly? She didn’t know. Lyra said nothing.

So, I choose to be civil and not throw a tantrum. "How about you explain to me why you said my fate has been rewritten? What does it mean? Also, what did you mean by saying that my child is the one who snatched me from death's grip?" I try to sound calm and mature when I ask her. "Well, your fate has indeed been rewritten. What was meant to happen did not happen as expected. The gods, those at the top of the hierarchy decided otherwise. I had my own plans but they were thwarted by those above me. Hence the reason why you turned out to be a seraph, instead." This lady is something else.

​[PROCEEDING: THE FINAL REVIEW OF ASSET 'NORA_DAVIS'. [STATUS: OVER-WRITTEN, GENRE-STRETCHED, INCONSISTENT.] ​The Trial of the Lead ​"We have reviewed the 141 chapters of your existence," a voice spoke, echoing from all directions at once. It was the "Collective Voice" of the Fate-Weavers. "You began as a 'Hidden Successor.' You became a 'Conductor of the Shallows.' You were a 'Billionaire Bride' and a 'Dystopian Mother.' You have exhausted the patience of the 'Narrative Balance'."