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Choice asked her sister Destiny who was busy writing the FATE MANUSCRIPT Destiny didn’t respond at all, which made Choice quite anxious. She snatched the FATE MANUSCRIPT, from her hands saying, “You can work on it later, sister. First you answer me.” Snatching the MANUSCRIPT back from her, Destiny glared at her, responding in a low inaudible tone, making Choice glued to her spot, “Whatever she would ask, is fated to wreak havoc in their lives.”

He bring me to his house, gave me the care I craved and the family I wished for and not to forget the love I never imagined. I don't think I can call it anything else other than our fate. He is my Fate! My Fated Love! **************************** The END... Do leave your views... Thank you for reading...

he snaps at me and I growl at him for snapping at me. “Of course I would, but he wouldn’t hurt her. You know this as well as I do, Titus.” I say and he nods his head, deep in thought. “If the shit hits the fan, you get her here and we will help protect her. Fate has a vendetta against Fen for breaking his promise and so she is fucking his life up by getting to everyone close to him. The war with the rogues, the downfall of the Dark Moon, the shit with Xena everything. It was all Fate’s doing, knowing it would hurt Fen. To hurt his sister, his mate, and anyone close to him.” I stand up, pacing the room as I think about what he will do.

Lucas' voice was small, pleading, as if to soothe his mother's hurting heart. However, Rebecca kept walking, as if not listening. Her deep wounds had deafened her to any explanation Luke might try to give. The truth that Luke had been bound by **fate mate** with another girl made all Rebecca's hopes crumble instantly. Although she knew Luke never wanted this, the feeling of betrayal overcame her. Her tears continued to flow endlessly, like rain that never stopped. Every drop that fell on her cheeks was a reflection of the disappointment that could not be expressed in words. To her, this fate was too cruel.

Right now, I’m attempting not to let the idea of being an eternal prisoner in this place. “See, your darling mate Time is busy right now in another realm a few years in the past. You know, personal problems,” Fate tells me, a skip in his step and an animated tone attached to his voice that is unnerving. “How do you know?” I ask, taking cautious steps along the windy concrete path that leads to his doorstep. Tangled weeds snag at my ankles, summoning me to the garden. Fate grabs the door handle, propping it open. “He trusts me. For some reason.”

Clotho POV It's been weeks since Tate and Channing had made their decision about Emiko. They had already found a way to get her to be human so she could be killed. We knew this, and were trying to figure out how two souls broke free of their string of destiny. This was something unheard of in our times as Fate. We were going through the books of the original Fate. I closed the last book I was reading and growled. "Oh my fucking gods." Atropos cursed with joy.

I towered over her, I had to be at least almost a foot taller than her. Then when Matt showed up, I pieced two and two together. The daughter of Charlotte Solace that was killed five or so years ago. The daughter of Matt that nobody had seen in the last 4 years since he got his second chance mate, who apparently has done something so vile to Tessa, when he takes over completely as Alpha, Tara and Marissa will be gone. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, she was afraid, the fact she ran into somebody. Matt whispered to her and that's when she looked up at me. Her blue eyes locked on with mine.

My chilly voice tore through the air. " With how much I hate her, I would cut my favourite cake to celebrate if she died." " And yeah. You are right. I am vicious. I have been vicious my whole life. You were just too blind to notice." " As for dissolving the mate bond? Do yourself a favour and forget about it. It is not going to happen. In this lifetime, you are bound to me by fate. for life." " I don't care whether you are happy with me or not. I don't care whether you are in love with Amery either. You are stuck with me."

she thought. She lowered my head, not letting anyone notice those painful tears. "Cong Rong, you're a great writer, and that's why we gave you one more chance. But I think the fantasy genre is not for you." Her entire world seemed to shatter in those words. Fantasy was her life, but she had to accept her fate. She took a deep breath, letting all her anxiety out. Suddenly, a smile formed on her lips when she recalled her dad's words he once said to her.

“How is that possible? Is he...like you?” “I wouldn’t say we are biologically brothers. Even though we despise each other, he is younger than me, and I do protect him. And before you hate him for being an immortal like me, I will simply say him and I have nothing in common,” Fate tells me, as if the news isn’t shocking in any sense. I hardly know what to think. How can they be related, but not related? Something tells me T made a stupid deal with Fate and I’m seeing the end of it.