Novel & Cerita Fate Hands

Ema almost jumped in happiness, "So is it a little prince or princess?" Alan shrugged, "I forgot to ask." He smiled and Ema stared at him disbelief, "Are you dumb?" Alan chuckled, "I was just happy that she was fine and our baby was fine... that's why I forgot." Just then a nurse came with a small bundle in her hand, she walked towards Alan. "It's a girl." She said and placed the bundle in Alan's arm. Alan instinctively adjusted his arms the moment the tiny bundle was placed into them. He had negotiated million-dollar contracts without his hands shaking. Right now? He was terrified he'd hold her the wrong way.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

Her recovery from Veyron’s control had been slow but steady, and her sharp mind was once again proving invaluable. “What did you find?” I asked. She handed me a parchment, the edges charred as if it had been plucked from a fire. “This was found on one of the rogue bodies. It’s a manifesto of sorts.” I unrolled the parchment, scanning the hastily scrawled words. “The mate bond is sacred, the Moon Goddess’s gift. Without it, we are nothing but beasts, lost and unworthy. Those who defy Her will shall face Her wrath through us. We are the Hand of the Crescent Flame, and we will restore balance—by blood, if necessary.”

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

Zaheer teased with a smirk. "You're soo crue...l... Ahhh." "It's ......almost..... done..." "Za....heer......ouch...." "All done" "Finally!" Sania signed relieved. "Well it wouldn't hurt soo much if you didn't move" Zaheer said hitting her head gently. "....and tell me, which idiot cuts an Apple on thier palm? We have chopping boards for that. Alhamdulillah, that it wasn't a deep cut." "And you didn't had to band-aid it so roughly." Sania snapped holding her left hand in pain.

The deadliest concoction, one that would leave no trace, was carefully selected. I would hide my plan from my mother for now because she wouldn't want me to have blood on my hands but I couldn't care less because my mind was made up. A sense of fate's favor washed over me. The stars aligned, the moon goddess probably smiled upon me because every piece fell into place with eerie precision. Ava's downfall is inevitable.

He asked her in a curt tone but Georgia kept quiet. “I'm asking a question!!! What's your name!!!” He yelled so hard that everyone flinched feeling a cold spine run through them. “Georgia Brooke” she replied in a shaky voice. “I, Jared Cameron, the Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you, Georgia Brooke of the blue moon pack as my fated mate.." And that was it. Georgia felt a pain coursing through her body.

His hands ran across the marks on my stomach and arm. Unlike the rest of the wolves, I didn't get healing abilities. Every injury I ever had turned into a scar. He gently turned on the faucet and cleaned me up with a warm towel. He looked so focused with his hair constantly falling on his face. I wanted to lift my arms, feel the texture of his hair around my fingers as I brushed it away but my body had other plans. I leaned my head on the bathtub closing my eyes. The warmth coupled with Noah’s hands covered me like a warm blanket.

“But faint.” I reached for it. “Let me see.” He hesitated, then handed it over. The paper was rough, like old parchment. The handwriting was messy, almost angry. > You cannot hide from your fate, Moonstone. The Red Moon will rise again. You will fulfill your prophecy.

With his hands wrapped around Sophia, he forgot about Charlotte and the bad news that came with it. Sophia was like opium and he would die an addict to her. Thanks and don't forget to vote. Love y'all.😘😘