Novel & Cerita Can't Escape From Crossing Fate

The car continued speeding into the night, carrying her deeper and deeper into Lucian Cross’s dangerous world — a world where protection felt a lot like possession, escape seemed more impossible with every passing second, and her own body and heart were beginning to betray her mind in ways she never imagined possible. She had no idea how she was going to survive this… or if she even wanted to escape anymore.

But even as he devoured my lips, even as his dominance tightened around my throat like an invisible chain, one thought hammered through my skull, over and over: I am not staying here forever. I wasn’t meant to be trapped in cages made of flesh and status and destiny. I would not let fate bind me like a weakling to the mercy of men who had never cared about my heart. I won’t belong to them. Not now. Not ever. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the day, the perfect chance for my escape. He pulled away suddenly, as though bored, as though kissing me was merely a passing whim, an experiment. His eyes gleamed wickedly, lips lifting into a mocking smirk. I stood frozen, chest heaving, still tasting him on

My heart clenches in nothing but fear. He begins to take strides around the corner to face me directly. “You, Nastja Vladimirovna, belongs to me. You’re with my child. You’re mine. I claimed you and so you’re my possession. Now, tell me. Do you think that you can escape me after my claims on you? Dawn…you can’t escape the life fate has for you.”

“You cannot escape what’s inside you.” Elena’s breath hitched as she tried to back away. “No. You’re gone.” He smiled—a cruel, knowing smile. “The magic is inside you now. It will never leave.” She reached for the artifact at her side, but it pulsed with an unnatural force. The dark figure’s laughter echoed in her ears as she tried to move, her body frozen in place. “You cannot escape fate.” Elena jerked awake, gasping for air. Sweat dripped down her face, and her heart pounded in her chest. She sat up, looking around the camp. The others were still asleep, their breathing steady and calm.

“I’ll tell you, but it will not be now, now to your next lives as you will meet him and you will know for, he holds the uncanny resemblance of the two people that dears to you the most.” “So, it was you.” Come in face to face towards the person that is fated to her, yet is asking the very opposite of that intended reason. The fate that was sealed from the very beginning, the destiny that is written beyond the very beginning, and the inevitable chance that started with both the blessing and the curse. She now comes face to face with the person that draws with the blood and marks of both of them. Farah in her new identity and vessel crosses the path and finally towards him.

Amy takes my hand in hers and nudges the back of my shoulder with her other hand, making me stand up. “We tried to resist the mate bond- my mate and I. We were both scared of the unknown. We both accepted a life alone, without a mate. But we realized that we can’t run away from fate. So, rather than fear it any longer, we have accepted it.” Darius turns his head to the side and pulls the color of his shirt down, revealing my mark on his neck. The crowd erupts into another wave of gasps. Darius reaches his hand out for me again. My feet are rooted into the floor. One of my sisters, I think it was Saph, gives me a push from behind and I move toward Darius and ascend the platform. Darius takes

Since Mack could never be that, and nothing about Faith suggests she’s anything like Shane, that won’t happen. If I was a good person, I would turn around and walk away. I tell myself that all he has to do is reject her, and the connection won’t form. The bond tying them together as fated mates will snap, just as it did when I rejected Shane in front of the Winter Lake pack —and my new packmates—two months ago, near this very spot. Adela tries to get Faith’s attention again. “Then perhaps we could talk. Perhaps—” She stops at the sudden flash of red that only she and I will be able to see: a soul flaring red hot—in pain.

“I meant what I said before.” I snorted, though inside it felt like my chest was about to explode. My hope was slowly being crushed between her fingers. “Clearly,” I said. There was a beat of silence between us. I used it to steel myself. I wasn’t going back there. I wasn’t. A flash of memory renewed my hope, blowing gently upon it like it was a glimpse of orange flame buried in ash. I shouldn’t have been able to open the door, and yet somehow I could. The Moon Goddess, She of Fate, had given me Enzo to get me out of here once; maybe it was her will that I escape tonight, too. Perhaps she’d give me a gust of wind to blow Amber away, like the breeze that had swelled in the lock and undone it.

"Where is Khalil Rayan?" "Rayan tell her where Khalil is." Abu crossed his arms I looked at Rayan, his face showed nothing but remorse. "Rayan," I whispered "If Rayan can’t tell you I think I should tell you," Abu said "I’m sorry Afraah but you have to leave," Rayan said before he pushed the door closed. RAYAN POV