Fate Strange Fake Novels & Stories

When we reach the grave from before, I stop and release his hand. It falls to his side. I stare at the grave and avoid his face. “You were right when you said I'm selfish.” I start. “I don't know how to trust. Until now, I've never even tried to, not really, I run away, hide and avoid everyone who tries to get close to me. But there is one thing I have always trusted and that is fate. These threads that I see. They never deceive me, they show truth, good and bad. They do nothing to spare my feelings because fate doesn't care about my feelings. There are times I wish I couldn't see them at all because what I see is so heartbreaking. But despite that, I really do trust them. Completely. I trus

Sapphire Stone. ‘Mate.’ What?! I try to settle my nerves and piece together everything that is happening. This can’t be possible. How is this possible? I have a mate- a fated mate. And it’s Saph. The very woman who hates me. How has she not sensed me yet?

Emma complained, turning her chair back to her computer. “How did this become about you?” Florence made a ball of paper and tossed it at Emma, frustrated at how real her words were. Her friend was not wrong. In fact, if Florence was someone who believed in bad luck, she’d agree that she probably had been cursed. Scott was, without a doubt, the only person as close to perfection as she has seen and probably will ever see in her life. The fact that he was also very gentle didn’t help. Not to mention he was a billionaire too.

Looking up at him, she continued, “A true gentleman would ensure his child’s future, even if that child were a bastard.” “It is,” Damian sighed. “My brother was a scoundrel. I won’t deny that. He was certainly capable of such a thing. I have no doubt about it.” Turning away from her, he added, “But I will not blindly trust a stranger who appeared on my doorstep without substantial proof.” “I understand.” “And what is it you propose?” “I propose nothing, Your Grace. I leave the matter to your conscience. We will depart for Ellenveld next week if we receive no word from you.”

JACQUELINE My hands trembled as I read the messages over and over, my heart hammering in my chest, each beat harder than the last one. I clicked on the contact info, but all I could see was generic nothing specific. My mind raced—could this be a prank? A scam? Or something else entirely? But the more I tried to make sense of it, the less I could figure out. What are the odds that a random stranger would offer to pay my daughter’s medical bills in exchange for marriage? A hundred apparently. Or could this be Peter playing some dumb jokes on me right now?

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“Legend says that before any of us can take over, we must present a mate who is truly bonded to us.” I frowned. "A mate?" Daryl nodded. "It’s what werewolves call their soulmate." I stared at him, trying to process his words. "Like... a wife?" "More than that," he said. "It’s not a choice. Mates are bonded by fate. The moment we find them, we know. They’re our other half. A mate is a perfect match." I swallowed. "So why do you need a fake fiancée if mates are supposed to have a bond?"

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.