Novel & Cerita Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions

“Please. He will do anything you ask of him.” “The hell I will.” Fang refuted. “Will you just shut up for once, you dumbass?” Chanda got up and turned to Fang. “Listen to me.” She gripped him by his shoulders. “This will be a great time for you to think before you act. He killed master Conan and the others without a second thought. Do you think he will hesitate to kill you too?” “Maybe this is the end meant for me, Serafina.” Fang replied. “I have nothing left in this world to live for.”

Knox The hum of the car engine grated against my nerves as I leaned back in the leather seat, my fingers drumming an anxious rhythm against it. The car war dark colored but not nearly as dark as the storm brewing inside me. I couldn’t shake the images—the memories of that cursed full moon, when my control had slipped, leaving destruction in its wake. “You can’t ignore this forever, Knox.” Fenris, my wolf, growled in the back of my mind, his voice a low vibration that sent a dull ache through my skull. “We’re bound to face the consequences eventually.”

She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin. “Same dream?” she asked. “Yea. This must mean something,” I responded. “How are you holding up on... you know what?” “I'm okay for now, I think.” So, I'm a vampire. One of the last ones remaining. One is my girlfriend who I turned just because she asked me to, which I admit wasn’t the greatest idea. The other is the person that keeps appearing in my dreams. Being a vampire comes with a ton of benefits like enhanced speed, strength, healing, and senses. However, there's a major drawback, especially for a new vampire like Janea. The uncontrollable craving for blood.

As a matter of fact, being with her felt comfortable and grounding. On the night of my official enrollment, Mom called. She told me that Maya had died. The court case was about to start, but Wayne couldn’t resist gambling one last time and lost badly. Unable to pay the debt, he secretly handed Maya over to loan sharks, and she didn’t make it. After hanging up, I let out a sigh. Beside me, Jane asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” I turned to her, smiling. “It’s nothing important. “I heard you’re still single. Do you think I might have a chance?”

In six days, Fang pack stops being mediocre and starts being legendary. All because his son saw a broken servant as a hybrid weapon waiting to be forged. Dante raises his glass to the rising sun and drinks to a future built on manipulation, secrets, and one girl's complete destruction. To power. Always to power.

Walking home clears my head a little, giving me time to figure out what the hell I’m supposed to say to Dante. There’s no escaping this conversation. I wish there was. But the truth is, I know exactly what a fated mate means to the Red Fang clan. They once told me I couldn’t marry Dante because I’m not fated to him, that my marriage to him would bring calamity down on the pack. They said I had to complete a ritual for forty days.

And Mona had made a different choice than in my last life. She had been reborn, too! In my previous life, after Mona and I graduated from college, our family went bankrupt. It was also at this time that our father urgently called us back home. Once we returned, he got straight to the point and gave us two options. One was to marry Jonah White, the golden heir of the Whites. Back when our family was still thriving, the two families had arranged a marriage. As long as one daughter married their son, the Whites would agree to invest and pull our family out of the fire.

“Why is everyone so happy and willing to find their fated mates? Not too long ago, you were willing to run away from Darius because the mate bond could take either of your lives. You’re suddenly oblivious to the fact that a plague almost killed off the entire werewolf race. I never thought you’d be such a hopeless romantic, Dye.” “It seems like you’ve become bitter and cynical. It wasn’t long ago that you were encouraging me to accept my bond with Darius; that us finding each other and being the first fated mates in over twenty years must be a blessing from the Moon Goddess. Now, you’re the one cursing fate and running.” There’s the blunt and honest older sister I’ve been avoiding. I motion

The question "What's up?" Lucian struggled to breathe as he pulled the letter out. Its delicate rose color, fragrance, and calligraphy all identified it as hers. He whispered, "Freya," and then stopped. My dear Lucian, If you're reading this, I've left this world and I'm sorry I caused you such grief. I humbly ask for your pardon for making up the details of my family and my dream marriage to you. Although I wasn't your soul mate, I still wanted to love you as much as you loved me—a love I hadn't experienced in my previous mating. I sincerely desired to be who you believed me to be. It was too late for me to undo what I had done to you once I found the proper man. Now, knowing the truth is a

Anger rushes through Sage till it almost takes over the pain in his bones and chest. Xander shrugs. “Maybe,” he says with a smile. “Maybe I will or I won’t, but I won't know that if I don’t try, and I will have fun trying. The real game is Rowan. First, I kill him. Then I destroy Bloodfang. Then, maybe I'll take you for myself, or maybe I'll let you die in his arms. I haven’t decided yet,” he shrugs again, like he’s having a casual conversation about the fucking weather.