Can't Escape From Crossing Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

Your the best. After covering a certain distance, I see an awful sight. A young girl was lying on the ground in pain and no one was coming to her aid. They were just watching her from far. Why? Because she was in a burkha and no one wanted to take her responsibility. 'Bloody hypocrites!'

“You’re not real” The reflection tilted her head. “Am I? Or am I still inside you, waiting for you to fail so I can rise again?” My throat tightened. “Stop.” Behind me, Charon laughed. “Do you see? Your past is your prison. You cannot escape it.” I forced myself to look at the reflection. “You’re wrong. I’m not you anymore.” “But you carry me,” my reflection said. “You carry my choices, my mistakes. You think you can escape destiny? You are destiny.”

“I am fighting! But it’s not just pulling my body, Kaia! It’s pulling the part of me that is tied to you!” “I know!” I sobbed. “I feel it tearing! I feel it burning! But you’re not going through to the other side without me! Do you hear me? You are not crossing alone!” The cold voice spoke again. it was closer and sharper. The anchor is holding. The crossing must happen now. “Shut up!” I screamed into the empty air. “You don’t get to tell us what happens! You don’t get to choose who stays and who goes!”

I asked. "Stop messing around, Opal! I just had to make sure Diane was okay. What is with running away? Where are you?" "It's not a joke. I am not running away, I am done with our relationship. You should stop calling Lily and threatening her. You pack is not strong enough to take mine," I said. "Opal, what are you saying who just ups and breaks up?" He asked. "You know that thing they say about mates being up to fate? I think they were right. Don't call me again," I said and ended the call. After that, I took in a deep breath and turned away to leave when I realized someone was behind me.

“There is no escape. Your destiny begins now.” ---

The man was a walking contradiction. “Actually,” I said, looking at the silver-haired stranger, a new defiance hardening my voice. "No, I'm not." I held out my hand, a clear invitation. He started to reach for me, a polite gesture. But then my world spun. One second, my feet were on solid ground. Next, I was airborne. Not floating. More like… snatched. My head swam for a second as the ground disappeared. I found myself slung over a shoulder, the familiar scent of Ace’s stupidly musky but sweet scent suddenly suffocating. If he weren’t my fated mate, his scent probably would’ve been drenched in the smell of whiskey. Damn it was strong.

Zane stepped from the darkness, his eyes blazing, his expression unreadable. Ray’s face hardened, his stance defensive. “You let her go, Zane. This ends tonight.” Zane tilted his head, the faintest smirk curving his lips. “You think you can take from me twice?” “Maya, run!” Ray shouted. But my body wouldn’t move. I was frozen — trapped between the man who saved me and the man who claimed to own me. Lightning split the sky above the city. Zane’s voice came again, soft, dangerous. “You can’t escape fate, Maya. Not when it’s written in your blood.”

"Are you actually blaming me? I betrayed you? Do you dare swear on your power and status that you never had even the slightest feelings for Emma back then?" Victor's eyes began to flicker, and he no longer dared to look directly at me. I laughed coldly and turned to leave. He stood there thinking about something. But when he saw me walking away, he panicked and hurried to catch up, explaining urgently, "Emma and I really have nothing going on. Claire, please trust me!" He pestered me and wouldn't let me leave. Many people had already left the celebration and come out to watch the drama. Perhaps feeling embarrassed, Victor suddenly pulled me into his arms.

If they are stupid enough to fall for it, then they deserve everything coming their way. We sprinted out of the trees lining the clearing with the tent, and I pushed forward, stepping out of Nix’s form and into my body. “Well…” I walked into the tent and looked at the broken bodies still waiting to heal. “Let’s hope they are too full of themselves to realize the trap before it snaps shut on them.” Rowan stood and walked over to me. “What trap?”

Sophia hesitated only for a second before stepping forward. Because this was it. The moment she **crossed the line.** There would be no turning back. And a dark part of her **didn’t want to.** Not anymore. Not with him. Not in this world. Because the deeper she fell— The more she realized **she belonged.** ---