Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions Novels & Stories

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.

There are a hundred things humans can be and do with each other—talking, hanging out, friends with benefits, casual, serious, exes, side chicks, summer flings—and they both have to agree, or it’s no dice. I don’t get a choice, but Cadoc does. It’s like Fate gifted me to him, and he gets to decide whether to find a place for me around the house, or take what he wants and send me back to where I came from. It’s bullcrap, and now that I’ve got the cold wind in my face, and night sounds in my ears, it occurs to me that it’s not exactly true, either.

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”

As soon as I thought of that, the sassy queen bee stepped out of the same door Negan came out from. "Sorry." I apologized quickly and got out. I can't believe they're having an affair, what am I even saying?!. Was I expecting him to like me?. Gosh why am I even bothered?. I feel so weird. I sigh and walked back to the cafeteria, I moved towards Suzy and the others and took my seat. I didn't contribute to their conversations cause I didn't feel like. "Hey Quinn, are you fine?." Suzy inquires worriedly.