Fated Hands Lori Ameling Novels & Stories

I choke in broken sobs. I stand and held her hand to my stomach. I feel them kick her hand and break into uncontrolled sobs. I let her hand slip from my stomach and hear it fall to the bed. Melanie gently turns me into her arms and I sob in her chest. "Beth and I need her Melanie. Our babies are in danger and we need her," I choke in a scared whisper.

She took the jar from my hand. "Uh-- I kind of licked it before" I said carefully getting away from her reach. She slowly looked at me and then threw the pillow at me. I squelled and caught it. She took another pillow and started hitting me. I was hitting her back. So my depressed day ended up with a fit of laughter and fun. Best friends really know how to turn your frown upside down. They know exactly which strings of your heart to play. Don't they? 😘 4 months later,

His skin burned under Ronan’s touch, sweat slick and trembling with the blood moon’s pull. “Fuck you,” Elias hissed against his lips, but his hands were already tearing at Ronan’s shirt, buttons flying as he ripped it open. Ronan did the same, shoving Elias’s fine black tunic off his shoulders, exposing pale, perfect skin marked with old scars and fresh red lines from where Ronan had grabbed him earlier.

Fated to Fall ________________________________________ Lora’s POV “I never wanted this.” Before I could stop them, the words were out of my mouth and I could not hide the sting in my voice. With my fate now in Revan, the Alpha of the Stormfang Pack, my hands were shaking. The weight of the circumstances was crushing me, and the tension between us felt as though it were an invisible power. The intensity of the air around us caused shivers in my body.

“Why would you help us? Last week, you were ready to bury us.” Lena’s smirk faltered, and for the first time, I saw uncertainty flash across her face. “Because I sat in a secret Council meeting, Jace. I heard what they’re planning for you, for all three of you.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “If you think forbidden bonds just get dissolved, you’re wrong. They’re talking about permanent removal.” Her words landed like a blow, but I didn’t let it show. “Names, Lena,” I demanded, voice flat. She hesitated, then whispered, “Start with Malor’s shadow, Taris Veyne. He’s inside your walls.”

“Am I supposed to be afraid of you? You don’t scare me! It’s been a long time, Owlyn, and I’ve grown in my magic. You should fear me now.” Imogene closes her eyes, which are a brilliant purple when she opens them. Her hands are fisted at her sides. Imogene opens her hands, and I see swirls of blue dancing around her fingers. Imogene lifts her hands and pulls them back. I duck my face, knowing that things are going to get crazy in a minute.

“We should keep moving before I forget we’re being chased.” Cris smiles. “Pretty sure you already did.” “Only for a second.” Leo threads their fingers again. “Maybe two.” They start walking – faster now, but lighter too. Then— A sharp crack pierces the forest. Leo spins. Cris freezes. A figure stumbles into view through the trees… Lori. She’s limping, one hand clutching her side, her cloak torn, her hair tangled with ice. Snow clings to her lashes like she ran straight through a storm.

“Then we are agreed.” Eloria studied his hand for a long moment. The flames of the torch painted her features in gold and shadow. Finally, with a slow grace, she placed her hand in his. Her fingers were cool, her grip deceptively light, but the air crackled as their pact sealed—not of trust, but of shared necessity. “Let it be done,” she whispered. “The sisters will fall. And the girl will be ours.” Alder’s eyes gleamed in the firelight. “The storm is coming, then.”

Liora felt a deep emptiness inside her, like something important was missing. She looked at her hand, it was smooth and plain, with no mark. After everything, feeling ordinary scared her the most. Ash dropped the fire poker loudly and rushed to her. His warm hands gently held her wrist. "Liora? Your hand..." He turned her palm over, looking for what was gone. “It’s gone,” she whispered, the words feeling empty. Elara stood beside him, her hands still gripping a kitchen knife tightly. “But you’re here,” she said firmly, though her eyes kept glancing at the piles of grey ash on the floor that still twitched a little.

His eyes told me how happy he was to see me happy. He then took my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Angela, this song is for you. I made it myself. I named this song Fated. I believe we are destined to be together in this life and no one can separate us. Our love will never end until death do us part,” he said in a soft voice. Tears of happiness dripped from my eyes while her eyes were filled with tears. We then smiled at each other before he took me into his warm embrace.