Can't Escape From Crossing Fate Novels & Stories

They drift to my promise. My promises made to both brother Ron and Caroline. My death breaks that promise. It painfully tags me a failure. I grit my tooth. I can't accept failure. I definitely can't be a disappointmet. Not now, not ever. I morph my fist. I must escape death abd fullfill my promise. It's essential. I swing my eyes open. They capture his manly balls. I smile. That's my escape. I feel his claws brush my erect hairs. I react faster.

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up.

“Why is that?” “I hate it when they say that when you were inside the womb of your mother, your fate has already been established. For example, I was fated to fall in love with a rich guy or I’m fated to die after birth. Yes, my fate has already been drawn but I’m the only one who can change it. Why do you suddenly ask about it?” “Do you believe in unexpected fate?” My forehead wrinkled as I face him. he glanced at me before turning her gaze on the road. “What do you mean by unexpected fate?”

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

Bryan’s laughter rang from behind us, hopeful even over the roar of flames. "Run all you want, Jessica! But you can’t escape fate!" I didn’t look back. Because, for the first time ever, I wasn’t fleeing my past. I was sprinting into my future.

“I won’t let you fall. Just detach yourself from everything and imagine these stones are lying on grass, and you’re simply hopping on them like you did in childhood.” “Like a game of hot lava?” I gave a bitter smile as I stepped onto the first stone. Scary as hell! Easy to say, impossible to actually do. “I don’t know that game, but I assume yes,” the mage chuckled. Somehow—with a mix of choice swearing, near-tears, and curses at everything in existence, and with the help of two guards—I finally crossed that damn bridge. And at the end, I was so happy to still be alive after all of that that I jumped in place from relief and hugged both Yafi and Kays.

Ronan is scratching his arms again and this time, he takes his both hands to stop them. “Stop scratching them because your arms don’t really itch.” That seemed to surprise Ronan. “How did you know?” “I just know, so stop scratching them or you’ll hurt yourself.” * * * * * * * * * * Cross has heard multiple times and has read a couple of books regarding Fate—the unbreakable Bond between an Omega and an Alpha. The bond that is decided by destiny, both a curse and a blessing. A Bond that you didn’t choose for yourself but doesn’t have a choice but to accept it.

So naturally, Charioce was instantly furious that he was about to go mad. He could not help recalling the scene of his Tribulation Crossing last time. That was a narrow escape. If he had not been careful, he would have become a charred corpse on the ground by now. But he had to experience the Tribulation Crossing again now, combined with both his and Alex’s overall strength. “B*stard, do you know that you’re digging your own grave?”

And in that look, she saw something terrifying. Not fear. Resolution. “Run,” he mouthed. Then he turned back toward the advancing shadows. Isabella escapes into the chaos. Victor’s men have breached the hospital. Lucien stays behind to hold them off. Ava is dragged toward safety against her will. And the question hangs heavy in the air: Is this the night Lucien Cross finally doesn’t walk back out?

“We could go somewhere else, get far away from this place.” My eyes blinked open, only to be met by the same darkness from when they were closed. Of course I had thought of that, an escape plan off the grid if my position became too compromised. Hiding out somewhere might be safer than bringing danger back to the Pack. But I had not thought that I would run away with someone, and not Lucian of all people. Some time had passed and I hadn’t answered, and then I didn’t know how to. “I need to stay, to see this through,” I whispered, unsure of myself. “This is my Fate.”