Black Spindle Destiny Novels & Stories

I found myself twirling whimsically, throwing my head from one car to the other until I pointed toward it, "Take that one?" Bob's face widened in awe. This was the first time I'll be asking him to take me out in the Bugatti Chiron ever since it was purchased. Bob was my driver. Not specifically mine, he was Zoe's most trusted driver. I couldn't let him go after she passed away.

enough Ray, it's impossible for you to be with my daughter, even destiny doesn't want you with her" Ray looked at Lee with a confused expression on his face.. "Lee, what's your problem? how sure are you that destiny doesn't want me to be with Jesse? it was destiny that brought me and Jesse together in the first place and ...... "Ray! destiny once brought you together and it was destiny that separated the both of you. Trey is Jude's biological father and there is nothing anyone can do about it, not even you. That's what destiny had planned. Since my grandson and your son Trey had some similarities, I decided it wouldn't hurt to just try out a DNA test and to my surprise, it came out positive

He leaned in one last time, his voice low enough that only Abhinendra could hear. "You are not dying tonight. Death would be mercy. You are going somewhere no one knows. No light, no air, no name. And you'll rot there until even your shadow forgets you." Ryker completed digging his fingers into Abhinendra's cracked head earning soul shuddering scream from him.

Behind them, a rival Alpha’s gaze burned with cruel ambition. The spirit’s whisper cut through the vision. “The attack will come beneath the Red Moon. Jeremy will fall, and you will be left to face the darkness alone. You must not falter, Abbey. You must lead. You must protect your kin.” My pulse thundered in my ears as the vision shifted again. Flames licked across the pack’s borders. Screams echoed. Blood stained the earth. And through it all, Jeremy’s body lay in the dirt, lifeless, while I stood above him with gold dripping from my palms like molten fire.

She spits, dangerously close to shifting. "She didn't do anything, Lucy," Dex says before I can say anything. "She's my fated mate. You have to accept it." He pulls me into his arms. "Never!" she yells in frustration. Her face is starting to turn red. She's practically stamping her feet. If this were a cartoon, I'm sure steam would be coming out of her ears. I chuckle at my own thoughts, which makes her even angrier. Dex sighs dramatically. "You've left me no choice." I wonder if the pained look in his eyes is feigned, or if he's genuinely struggling.

His eyes — pale gray like the fading moonlight — gave him away even when his accent didn’t. He was Theodore’s spy, the silver hand of the Nightfang Alpha, sent weeks ago to dwell quietly among Moonspire’s staff. His orders were clear: Observe. Wait. Strike when she is most unguarded. And now, the time had come. Before him, on the polished oak counter, stood a silver cup — elegant, heavy, the sort used only for the royal table. Steam rose from it, fragrant with herbs and honey. But hidden in its warmth was something else — a powder of faint violet hue that glimmered only for a second before dissolving into nothing.

Do you have a safe word picked out? Destiny thought for a moment. She was finally going to bloom so to speak and experience spring. Winter kills all the spring and summer flowers. 'How about, winter, Destiny suggested?' 'That's perfect,' Ms. Doyle stated. 'Short and easy to remember. He'll be told. Now when would you like to schedule?' 'As soon as possible' Destiny said. Ms. Doyle laughed out loud. 'Eager I see,' she said typing on her computer. 'You have no idea,' Destiny replied.

she practically screamed at the top of her lungs and threw herself back on the bed. Rori gingerly covered her mouth with her palm and laughed at the girl next to her, “this is better than mating,” she announced and Rori gave her a strange expression, “is that what it sounds like it is?” she asked and Destiny jerked herself back into a sitting position and shrugged as she dug back into her pillow of chocolate dessert. Rori set her half-eaten souffle on the bed and turned to face Destiny, who was stuffing her face like a small child. “Destiny, how old are you?” she asked and Destiny looked up at Rori with wide eyes, “I don’t really know, I remember I had six birthdays before I met Murdok, so I

The threads of destiny interwove, creating a tableau of shared experiences and individual choices. The shadowy figure, once an enigma, now revealed a subtle guidance. "The threads have converged, revealing the tapestry of your intertwined destinies. But one final challenge remains. To find your way out of the desert, you must confront the Mirage Weaver—the keeper of illusions." The trio exchanged determined glances, a collective understanding forming among them. The Mirage Weaver, a formidable adversary, awaited at the heart of the Veil of Shadows. They pressed forward, guided by the figure's subtle gestures.