Fate's Hands Free Read Novels & Stories

It is observing me. “One further disturbance will trigger permanent correction,” Fate states. “This is final notice.” I think of Nora’s hands clutching my coat. Of the way she leaned into me without hesitation. Of the stillness she brought into a being who has never been allowed to stop. “I acknowledge the notice,” I say. The weave loosens incrementally. Fate withdraws, not retreating but redistributing attention elsewhere. Contingencies are already being calculated. Paths that do not yet exist are quietly prepared.

An immortal who could kill me at whatever moment he pleases is someone who demands respect and shall receive it. His gentle hands pull up the back of my shirt, and I freeze. Who knows what powers those fingers possess. The same fingers trace the pattern on my back, silently marvelling at it. Time has quite the talent with creating brands with magic. Perhaps that’s why so many love to hate him. “He’s done quite mark hasn’t he,” Fate murmurs. “It’s growing too.” I flinch. “No, it can’t be.”

"Who're you?" Fate looked at the stranger suspiciously. She is in no mood to talk to strangers or flirt for the matter, not that she willingly did in her life. Which is why she never had a boyfriend before. As Rhine puts it, she can't help acting like a bitch in front of others outside work. "It's Williams. Kurt Williams." Kurt smiled charmingly and even tried to offer his hand for a shake, but took it back when Fate just looked at it blankly seemingly unaffected by his charms and didn't look like she had any intention of taking it.

I stood up from my seat when she stretched her hand out at me, glaring a nasty hole in the man in front of her who seemed as equal to return her loving gaze. When my hand touched hers, I felt my breath hitch. It was like a blur, passing images and visions in my head. Too quick to really see and too blurry to make out the exact event, but I understood everything. The second it was over, my stomach churned horribly and I could feel my body growing light. Exactly how I expected it, it was a two fate possibility. Both ending in destruction and despair. One wickeder than the other. "Remember, you owe me."

I just don’t seem to understand her, she tells me that she doesn’t want me to touch her and now she’s the one willingly holding my hand. "Let go of my hand," I said "Where are you going?" She asked again "Let. Go. Of. My. Hand." I spoke out "Oh wow! You are shamelessly having pride, where are you going?" She yelled "Let go of my hand Noor, you don’t own me and you have no right to ask me where I’m going," I said; my voice very soft and calm "Where the hell are you going?" She yelled "Somewhere away from you," I told

And with a small voice that no one could hear, she added, "It all depends on the Fates." "Winner! Zabdiel Lewelyn!" ~O~O~O~ The rounds continued until there were only nine of them. Zabdiel, Barbie, Kieran, Clive, "Bloom", a Fire Kryst named Ine, a Water Kryst named Ylena, Crystal Kryst Thēna, and a Shadow Kryst named Saito. Zabdiel and Ine went first. The Fire Kryst was stronger and wiser, he defeated Zabdiel in a short time span. Thankfully, Zabdiel was not injured so much.

Fate says carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly as if wishing he was saying something else. Anger suddenly consumes every pore in my body. You don't mess with my sister, "Messed with here? If you weren't omnipotent or whatever, I would kill you right now," I mutter darkly, my eyes landing on his neck. I heard he is manipulative and does whatever he can to get what he wants, but this is something I never saw coming. My sister means too much to me. "Tell me what you-" Fate holds his hands up. "Calm down. She attacked one of Rylan's staff, so I calmed her down and used a little...incentive, to help her understand what is going on, and what is going happen."

THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE. BOOK TWO WILL BE A STORY WITH THE POINT OF VIEW OF RYAN. BOOK TWO: FIGHTING FATE

We can do this. Now come and hold our hands so that we can go back in time... Ethan moved forward and held Atropos and Clotho’s hand, Lahkesis held their hand too and they formed a circle. All Fate sisters closed their eyes and recited something. Within seconds they opened their eyes. Ethan looked here and there and was surprised to see that it’s morning 10 am now. All of them stepped out of the house successfully and then held hands again and then came to the dusky evening.

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."