Fate Fell Short This Time Novels & Stories

Fate is the one who did this not just to me but to Destinee, Titus, Xena, Thorn, everyone. “I understand why you think this is your fault. But Fen, it’s not. Fate didn’t have to do this, but she did and because of that, she has messed with everyone. I am not going to let her win. You are my mate. You should have told me instead of leaving like that.” I tell him, all of this could have been avoided if he had just told me from the beginning, but he didn’t. “The only thing that is your fault is you being too goddamn pig headed. We should be working together not a part. Please don’t do that again, Fen. We have missed you so much.” I tell him as Theo moves closer.

“Yes, yes, and yes.” Ema scoffed knowingly while walking inside the apartment. “That man probably checks if you’re breathing every five minutes now.” Hazel smiled helplessly because… honestly? Accurate. Ema turned toward her immediately. “Wait.” A suspicious narrowing of eyes. “He left you alone?” Hazel sat down carefully on the couch. “He had meetings, Ema. He already postponed work for a month because of me.” “And?” Ema crossed her arms dramatically. “If my pregnant best friend almost fell into another dimension down the stairs, I’d never leave her side again.”

I had grabbed the wrong keys. I let out a soft breath as the realization settled over me. I had wasted my time. My plan had failed. Kade would die. Anna and Caleb would never be able to get out of Alpha Hillary's pack. And for me, I would never be able to return to Nightwing again. "I failed….. I am sorry, Kade….. I promised that I would save you. I failed you." I cried out, hitting my hands hard against the wall in frustration, over and over, until one of the keys slipped from my grip and fell to the ground.

His words were a plea, a confession, and a chain all at once. I tried to move, but his arms held fast, desperate, trembling. At some point, the fight went out of me. I simply stood there, his heartbeat drumming against my ribs. A long breath slipped from my lips. "Aaron," I said quietly, "I'm not someone worth losing yourself over. I'm ordinary. Forget me." He shook his head, eyes shut tight as if denying gravity itself. "I can't. I don't know how to be without you." Aaron had risen to power at a young age, mastering control over everyone and everything around him.

What we might have had during that one and half months might have been unreal, but that afternoon, his voice was real, the anger in his voice was real too, and so was his threat. I refused to live in fantasy while the truth was glaring back at me. " Well, sorry to disappoint you two, but it wasn't. " I whispered, a self-mocking smile curving my lips. They must think I was a failure and a disappointment, no? I mean, I only had to make Rhys fall in love with me, and even then, with the help of the nate bond, I still failed. I had spent nearly a year, and still failed. And to be honest, I was also disappointed in myself.

“I’m just thankful that we are still your mates, I was worried that things would end up being different with you not being a fallen.” I shook my head in shock. “What’s a fallen?” “They were angels in past lives and they’re used as tools to combat demons. They’re extremely rare because they’re normally killed off but you had survived. Baby, what I’m telling you is the truth.” He said. “This is a bit much for me to digest honestly, I barely know any of you.” I told him. A fallen? What’s he going on about things being different? I’m so confused. “I made you fall in love with me once, I’ll do it again.” He approached me and I felt tingles, proving that we were mates. He rested his forehead on to

One that had arrived was dressed in woman’s clothing. “Not sure; you do know how hard it is to have the seal broken,” Bob replied to everyone, not to get their hopes up. The vortex of power continued to gather, and what started out as hard to see became even more apparent. All of the Power of Faith was not entering the chapels but gathering straight into the vortex, causing more and more of the Fallen not to be able to cultivate and gather in front of the apartment in anticipation of Lucy’s breakthrough. Many speculated with the amount being gathered, Lucy may even be able to overshadow Yawayer from Heaven.

The latter bowed lightly and excused himself. There was a sudden uproar in Leevon's mind and his heart was hurting badly. The girl, he wished to always protect, he always loved and yearned to marry; he was going to kill her today, mercilessly. He was indeed a bad lover. He didn’t fulfill his promises. All these things clouded his judgment once again, and he hoped to die before committing this grave sin. But as it is said, “Fate is a cruel thing.” He had to bow down. He had to reap what he had sown. It was time. He hoped for Calista to be born once again, and live a life free of that Blood pact, and himself.

Her desire for it was indescribably strong. Fate played a bitter, twisted game with her life. It all began when she crossed paths with Killian , and for a moment, she allowed herself to hope. However, that hope was cruelly shattered when Killian confessed his eternal love for his late mate, Ginni . She tried to accept this reality, but a tiny spark of hope remained deep within her heart, refusing to fade away.

“How did my mom end up with him if you were fated mates?” For the first time, Martha lifted her chin as if refusing to bow to shame. Her voice shook, but her tone was firm. “No… she didn’t steal him from me. Don’t think that. Just because we were fated mates doesn’t mean we were in love.” She paused, her fingers twisting in her gown as if gripping the past itself. “Your father… he fell in love with your mother. And I—I fell in love with someone else.” The words sank into me slowly, burning through the storm in my chest. I froze, breath shallow, Somehow, I understood instantly. Fate wasn’t as perfect as we believed, it was messy, cruel, and sometimes… it gave you what you didn’t want.