Fate's Hands Spare Williams Novels & Stories

They would have killed him but a man in his mid forties saved him and took him in. He took care of him. He made sure Mile regained all his strength. He trained him to be strong. He taught him to fight. And only then Mile got to know that the man belongs to the Mafia. The dark side of the world. Mile could leave it if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Power.... Money.. What else one needs? He got everything after that kind man died. He gave everything to Mile. And since then his men were loyal to Mile. He met Natt during an exhibition for the business market. He was taking chances to expand his business of fruits and vegetables import export. But lost his heart.

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.”

They walked towards Cindy’s ward in silence after their meeting with the doctor, and Thelma honestly looked like she was ready to murder someone. She wanted Brian for herself and didn’t want anyone to ruin that plan for her. She knew just what she had to do…. *** Back to present I got home very nervous, with this feeling in my stomach that something bad was going to happen. And God, was I right… Immediately I got to the house one of the maids; Hope was waiting for me outside. “Madam would like to speak to you.” She said with a knowing smirk on her face. I nodded in thanks and headed for the hall where I knew she'd be waiting. I walked slowly wishing the floor would just swallow me up.

Luna Ava from the Moonridge pack asked, and I gave a negative response. She was facing a situation similar to Emily's. She lived with her husband and his Fated mate. Her husband, James, declined to reject his fated partner because he understood it would diminish his wolf's strength. He compelled Ava to approve to it, and she had been living unhappily as a heavy drinker ever since. "You must show courage, Olivia. It won't improve. My bed turned cold three years ago. Now, they have offspring, and it's almost as if I'm invisible. Meetings are the only thing I'm ever useful for," she said, then took a large sip of her wine.

“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!”

I crawled over to Williams, taking his hand in mind as I spoke, his palms were cold as ice, if it wasn't for the gentle rise in his chest, I would have thought… “I wish you were here, Williams. I wish you could come back, we're being attacked, I'm afraid, come back to me.” I gave his palms a gentle squeeze. They grew blue afterwards as they returned flat. Williams was still as he was, his condition worsened a bit now, I noticed he was loosing weight, his jaw bones contoured a little too much, leaving holes in his cheekbones. The sight of him that way nearly forced another tear down my eye when I heard the door burst open.

The doctor had to stitch ten times before my hand was barely saved. When Vivian dragged me to the rooftop in my previous life, I did not resist because my body was already completely drained. I could not even break free from one of her fingers. There was another reason. I had already stopped wanting to live. As I fell, there was no fear in my heart. Instead, there was a faint joy at the thought of being freed. Seeing that demon again, every cell in my body screamed for me to stay away. The terror carved into my bones had not faded at all, even after living again.

Right after that, James's phone suddenly started ringing like crazy. His hands shook as he answered. A frantic voice came through. "Mr. Scott! This is bad! Our last warehouse is on fire! All the equipment and documents… Everything is gone!" James's eyes went completely red. That warehouse had been his last asset. His only chance to start over. Then, it was gone, too. "It's you! You jinx!" His voice cracked as he charged forward again like a mad beast.

something. He came forward and taking my hand kissed it like I was some kind of Princess. "Very charming Mr.Fancy Pants" I said clearly impressed. "Or should I call you Mr. Charming from now on?" "Nah, I like fancy pants better" he said. "You look amazing" he said just gapping at me. I giggled. Just then a sleek figure came to us in a black skirt and white shirt, hair tied up in a high ponytail. "Madiha!" I exclaimed surprised.

I would like to have a few words with you. Confused and fear-stricken Sandra hurried back to duty wondering what he would want to discuss with her. He was in his early 40s and she was just 20 fresh out of college. Surely he was maybe going to offer her a job. So many ideas ran through her mind and she decided to let them go. Eric paid his bill and decided to drive to the gold course not too far from the restaurant for a few hours before he would return to Sandra at 4. Sandra was very different from all the ladies Eric had been with previously. She was a shy girl, laid-back and not sophisticated like the ladies he was used to. He could not place his fingers on what attracted him to her beside