Novel & Cerita Cant Fight Fate

he asked cheerily. “Hey, I'm not okay. I messed up man.” I replied, choking slightly as I lifted the bottle to my lips again. “Brian, are you drunk?” “Bingo! You win.” I burst into a fit of chuckles. Wow, the drink was very strong. “Man, come on, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Phil pressed. “I’m going to be a father.” I replied. “I can’t believe it's not with Cindy, man. It’s not with her. I know I’m supposed to be happy, but I don’t know why I’m feeling this way.” I blabbered absentmindedly.

He kneeled down in front of me and removed my sandals. He gently held my ankle and twisted it, I immediately clutched his shirt due to pain but then I felt relieved immediately. “I think it won't trouble you anymore.” I rotated my foot, and it wasn't hurting anymore. woah he is good at it. “Thank-you so much” I mentioned and he nodded walking out of the room. I threw my body on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “should I just call off this marriage?” I questioned myself and sighed - then what about our family's reputation. I can't just cancel this marriage, it's tomorrow.

Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate every single commet and gem <3 I'm just letting you all know that there won't be any updates this week. Between Hate and Fate is officially finished being written, and I edit daily as I update, but this week I won't be able to edit as I go. I'm moving this week, so I've put all my projects on the back burner for now. You might still see Alpha Nero being updated because there are scheduled chapters set to go this week. I wasn't able to do that with this book, unfortunately.

Its tail whipped around, nearly knocking me off my feet. “Aria, get back!” Killian roared as the beast’s jaws snapped dangerously close to her. “I’ve got this!” she shot back, her blade carving a deep gash into the creature’s side. Silas laughed from his perch atop the beast. “You can’t win, Aria. You’re fighting against fate itself.” “Fate doesn’t control me!” she yelled, leaping onto the beast’s back. Killian and I exchanged a glance before following her lead. If she was going up there, so were we.

“You speak as if you expect my help.” “You are the only one who can help,” Isabella said directly. “Jane is your niece. She carries the Hartess blood. And whatever your family may be…” She hesitated for a moment. “We do not choose the people who become our family. But we always choose whether we will remain part of their lives.” Some men are used to getting everything they want. They take by force, by charm, or by wealth, but they always take. Damian Hartess was one of those men. But this time, he had to hold back.

I can sense the alphas all around this place, so I know there isn't any wolfsbane in me. Brian approaches and plays around with the cords around my ankles, untying them so I may move. I try to kick him, but he just laughs and catches my foot. I wish I was stronger and that Thiba or Jessica had taught me how to fight, but I'm really, really weak. I might have earned this. Perhaps I merited it.

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

There were whistles of approval all around. One guy, Beta Apollo I believed was his name, jumped to his feet and indignantly huffed. “This is so fucking unfair! Moon Fire, Shadows, immobilization, and FUCKING POPPING,” he said as he angrily pointed at Luna Elle, Alpha Kade, Ziyah, and Dante with each ability that he named. “Now, YOU get to cast, and you aren’t even a vampire. Why? I call for a gift redo!” I was at a loss for what to say. I felt like I was missing some important context here. It seemed like everyone was at a loss of what to say actually. It was not just me.

“Do you have twenty million dollars lying around here somewhere? If not, I think we’re fucked.” “The twenty million from Damon is gone, Barbara,” I whisper, staring at the cracked ceiling. “Damon’s gone. He’s probably killed himself or is hiding from the shame of seeing his younger brother becoming the chairman. Whatever it is, I can’t reach him. Zayn already won. So, killing Jade won't mean anything.” “What do we do now?” Barbara sounds like she’s about to cry. I look up at her, my eyes hollow. “A verifiable injury.”

Choice whined again in between light sobs, but Destiny glanced at her face, wiped away her little tears, and said, “No. We can’t. It’s her fight. We are onlookers, Choice.” “But sister, you can write something in her fate. She will live longer. I don’t want her to die,” Choice nagged and was stubbornly going to rush into the battlefield when Destiny grabbed her wrist halting her, “She made her Choice. We can do nothing.”