Novel & Cerita Cerita Fatal Intuition

CHAPTER 12 ( THE MISUNDERSTANDING 1) An angry and enraged looking Nina sat on her couch trying to assimilate the scenario she experienced earlier. She couldn't believe what she saw nor what her heart was telling her. "How could this be?. How is this possible?. Jane my best friend betrayed me and took my man from behind me. And even had the guts to invite me for an introduction. How could she?"she yelled on top of her voice,throwing away the pillows sitting besides her on the couch.

“I’ve hidden from many truths because I didn’t want to hurt my miracles. My family is the only lucky thing I’ve ever accomplished in all my years of living. Yesterday, I went to visit my best friend at her cabin, your godmother Gretchen, only to find her dead, and trafficked here by that Alpha Lucifer. Today, I’m still locked back in the old neighborhood that gave us the chance to start from zero. I bring nothing but bad luck to the only miracles I treasure. All I can hope is that one day I can live without suffering our survival.” Her confession weighed heavy. It wasn’t just about my pup’s death. It was the countless deaths she’d lived through, the guilt she carried like a second skin. She

"How come you were there in the changing room? How did you find me? Gabriel looked up from the intricately patterned rug he had suddenly found interesting and said simply, "I heard you scream" She waited for further explanation but got none. It was quite impossible for diners at the restaurant to hear whatever went on in the changing room. What actually happened was soon after the episode with Clara and Raphael in his bedroom, he had somehow fallen asleep again and had awoken, heart pounding with an unexplainable sense of urgency, one thought ringing through his mind—"find mate". He had dashed out of his parents' house and driven like one possessed towards the Meat and Greet Restaurant. He h

“Don't trust us, then. But you believe in your Shiv ji, no?” My eyes widened listening to that. How did he know that?! “Just keep on believing in him. He won't lead you onto the wrong part. I promise you,” he said. “Trust him, and I will see that no scarcity of anything will be a problem for you.” A shaky breath got out of me. I breathed in and exhaled quite a few times, calming my unnerving veins, which were throbbing inside my epithelial tissues. He stared right into my eyes, like staring down into my soul. His eyes alight with a known ignition. I was struck by the vividness. An unknown fierceness was probing my insides, urging me to enunciate what I was feeling inside to him without any h

It felt as if the ground beneath me has been ripped out from under me and I stumbled back, the screams of Cindy and Tristan in another planet as my head thumped wildly. "No…It's not true. It's not possible!" The healer bowed his head slightly, backing away from us. "I'm really sorry ma'am. " He turned on his heels and hurried away, leaving me struggling for air. Tristan and Cindy rushed to my side, trying to support me as the world crumbled around me. My heart was heavy, and the room seemed to spin. The possibility of losing my child was too much to bear, too much to even imagine. And poor Tristan, he cannot lose both his father and his sister. He just can't!

she said for Daniel to frown. “What do you mean?” He asks for Lisa to clean her tears before she speaks. “He has nothing to his name, he’s walking fine” she said for Daniel to scoff. “You are joking Lisa, walking, he’s crippled… “He’s walking Daniel and I didn’t get anything from the divorce.” She said for Daniel to scoff. “Come to the office,” he said and hanged up. Daniel scoff sitting on his chair, earlier he heard Mr. Rosalia was found dead and it kept making him wonder what was going on. He tried to bag a deal with a shipping company but was declined, now Harden is walking, he’s a CEO on trial.

“I am moving on but then, I still want my revenge on the one who has taken them away from me, that is the last thing that I ought to give to her. I don't want her death to be in vain. I don't want to be one of those closed cases in this pack. I always find out who killed any of my pack members so I would do the same for Zara Maria” “Do you have any suspects?” I don't know why I was suddenly interested in his life, if someone has killed his mate and unborn child it could also mean that the person must come after me, or not. Perhaps, I was just getting paranoid for nothing. I mean there must be a reason for killing them. What could be their motive? “ Trust me I have had a lot of enemies over t

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.

A week before our wedding, Damian Hale threw me a pre-wedding party at his family's private racetrack. His racing partner, Sienna Belmont, tossed a set of car keys into my lap. "Every bride should take a spin, right?" I wanted to refuse, but Damian slung an arm around me and said with a laugh, "It's just for fun. Sienna will show you around the track. You'll be fine." I let my guard down. But when I reached the third turn, I hit the brakes. Nothing happened. The car crashed through the barrier. My spine snapped, leaving me in a wheelchair. Three months later, I saw Sienna walk out of Damian's bedroom wearing my engagement ring. All he had to say was, "Avery, I need a wife who can stand besid

But what right do I have to be so judgemental? This is my life at stake, though. If we were to mark each other and he were to cheat on me; I would die from excruciating pain. A mate cheating on their predestined partner is fatal to the other. Intense agony, similar to being scorched alive. I’ve seen that happen first hand a couple of months ago, when my best friend died, because her soulmate had an affair with his old girlfriend. One minute we were shopping and the next she was screaming and writhing on the ground, scratching at her skin and clutching her heart. I have alpha blood, so I could live through something like that. But I would prefer to be without a significant other than worry ab