Fate's Hands Spare Williams Novels & Stories

“Why is everyone so happy and willing to find their fated mates? Not too long ago, you were willing to run away from Darius because the mate bond could take either of your lives. You’re suddenly oblivious to the fact that a plague almost killed off the entire werewolf race. I never thought you’d be such a hopeless romantic, Dye.” “It seems like you’ve become bitter and cynical. It wasn’t long ago that you were encouraging me to accept my bond with Darius; that us finding each other and being the first fated mates in over twenty years must be a blessing from the Moon Goddess. Now, you’re the one cursing fate and running.” There’s the blunt and honest older sister I’ve been avoiding. I motion

As they crouched there in the darkened hiding place, Freda gripped Williams' hand tighter. They had a plan. Everything would change in the next 24 hours, including Sophia's demise, her father's fate, and their own future. But fear tore at her from the inside out. Williams had always been shrewd and prepared to risk everything for the people he cared about. The stakes were different this time, though. This was a personal matter, not merely a matter of business or retaliation.

Her words were slurred, and she felt disoriented. “Somewhere private, where we can talk without prying eyes,” William answers, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Grayson took a slow sip of his drink, his smirk never faltering as he watches William takes Sarah away from the club. Let him have his moment. Let him think he’s won. Because in the end, Sarah would be his. She might not know it yet, but fate has already decided. William Xu could try to stake his claim, could try to play the role of the untouchable billionaire, but Grayson knows men like him—calculating, arrogant, always believing they were in control.

Williams all but shoved his boyfriend off his lap who went crashing to the floor. “Liam! What the hell was that for?! What are you doing?” Jedidiah asked as he laid on the floor. Williams had grabbed his left wrist only to all but rip off the sports band he hand on. Williams stared, eyes wide before shoving Jedidiah’s wrist in his face. “Jedi, look!” With a sigh, he looked to see what the fuss was all about and saw that Luca’s name had changed colors. It was a deep auburn instead of gray but not quite red.

he turned and waved his hand behind him and behold, dead bodies with hearts ripped, some decapitated, and some just mauled. "Oh God," He exclaimed in more fear. "You have power than any of them, just not over me," William continued. "I don't care how you do it, find him now." Just as he finished talking he bit his wrist and poured his blood in a chalice that laid in front of them on a table separating them.

“Woman, what are you still doing in my house?” Williams asked through gritted teeth as he let go of his girlfriend's hand. He was pointing at her with his index finger and a frown face as though he wanted to slap Hailey. Williams has black sleek hair resembling the prevailing darkness, the thunderous coarse voice of his displayed chilling nonchalant nature. His silvery eyes, which glanced at people like a dagger, with a soul-eating stare that each time it pierced the air.

She turned and noticed me, adjusting her glasses with a warm smile. “Miss Thompson, sorry to barge in like that. I knocked but no one answered,” she said politely. “I had to bring in some clothes for us to choose from for you to wear. And hi, I am Sarah Wilson, your assigned personal assistant from Mr Barginsen.” She extended her hand, which I shook. She looked beautiful and approachable, her whole presence calm and well put together. Her energy made it easy to return her smile. “It’s okay. I figured you were the assistant he mentioned, although I wasn’t expecting you so soon. And please, call me Judi,” I said as I stepped closer to where she stood, the bed now covered with about four differ

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

I told him about that rare leaf that could weaken a dragon’s powers if touched the right way. I told him. And now he had used it. He had used it… against us. I turned away, trying not to show my face. My heart was breaking. Slowly, painfully. I couldn’t breathe for a second. Why did I trust him? Why did I speak so freely? Blaze was still talking. “And guess what? That man—he was holding a princess’s hand. They were getting married.” I froze. Blaze didn’t notice. “They were in a thall. Everyone was dancing, singing, celebrating. He was right beside the princess. Holding her hand like she belonged to him. Like he had forgotten everything else.”

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.