Fated Hands Lori Ameling Novels & Stories

“You won't be able to see the red string that connects your wrist to your Fated unless you hold his hand. It takes thirty seconds for it to appear so before that, don't let go no matter what. No matter what!” I must know, she decided. Then she grabbed his hand instead of returning the flowers. An electrifying current seeped to her soul as to him, too. Eli momentarily stopped dead. When he regained composure, he tried to pull his hand out. Upon sensing this, her grip becomes firmer. After all, there was no bailing out. She must wait till thirty freaking seconds pass! "Aragon." he commanded with an authoritative undertone that turned her knees jelly.

That sounds good so that no one could destroy my pleased moment. "Look, that guy is looking for you!" Lori whispered, shouting it in my ear while dancing seductively on my side. "He's so damn hot. Grab that opportunity. He seems good." I followed where she stared and found that handsome, fit man, staring at me, sitting at the side. He placed an empty bottle of wine on the table and moved toward us. "Hi, handsome man," Lori began. "This is my friend. She's beautiful, right? You can be her mate if you want…"

"Baby, just hold on to Daddy's hand. Before his operation, I'll tell you I'm pregnant. I love you two so much." A few moments later, Lory's cell phone rang. He looked at it and immediately answered the call from the other line. "Yes?" "Good morning Ms. Cuenca. This is Attorney Fuentabella of Fatima Dela Cruz." "I have no appointment with you." She sarcastically answered and turned off the line. Lory's face became more red and picked up her things going to her car. She's furious and drove her car going to the music agency. After a few minutes of her trekking on the road, Lory finally reached her destination. He managed to go to the boss immediately to talk.

Respect? "You have my word." Lily stared at the hand Liam extended toward her. Strong. Steady. Dangerous. This was the hand that held her future. Her fingers hovered in the air, trembling. The moment she took it, her freedom would be gone. Her life would no longer be her own. But Emily’s life depended on this. With a deep breath, Lily placed her hand in his. The moment their skin touched, Liam’s fingers tightened around hers—a grip that felt more like a chain.

Bellamy says, swapping over the documents. “Oh, well for starters, I suppose ‘sisters’ is just a label, because one of these is a guy.” I note. “Yes. Also they are both different races and as a result it is rather unusual but they have two marks. They each have a ‘sister of fate’ mark and a race mark. Their races are no secret. A Banshee and a Witch.” Bellamy adds. The files don’t say much else. The Banshee is a man named Colin Demy and the Witch is of course a woman and her name is Adeline Landry. It lists an email and phone number contact for each of them and… that’s about it. I suppose I don’t really need more information than that to contact them.

she hisses, slowly turning back to face the paramedic. The paramedic's face is bright red, and both of her hands are clawing at Avery's single one. Her eyes are bulging, and she's gasping for breath as she tries to get out of the Alpha's clutches. "You'll kill her, let her go," Zephyr orders, and Avery shoots him a glare. "I don't care if I kill her, she won't tell us where Lilith is," she snarls, flinging the woman to the ground and storming to the other side of the room.

Lia's voice remained firm, refusing to let the young man's words affect her. "Bitch," the young man growled and lunged at Lia. In one swift move, he had her in a chokehold. Emily's vision turned a fiery red at the sight before her. Her claws extended, and her fangs grew due to the sudden anger that coursed through her. Before she even realized it, she had grabbed the young boy, dragged him away from Lia, and forcefully threw him onto the floor.

Her hand was wrapped in a bandage. “What happened to your hand?” she asked her franticly, letting the glass fall into Ann’s open hand before she reached out for Maria’s hand. “Don’t worry, nothings broken.” Maria paused and then looked at Lee, her eyes soft, and full of concern. “Do you remember what happened a few days ago?” “What?” Lee didn’t understand what she meant; a few days ago they were at home—in New York. Nothing happened, a part from her missing Ash like crazy.

My wolf howled, making me think of nothing else. This dirty, trembling nobody… was mine. I nearly stumbled back, like the wind had been knocked out of me. No way. Not possible. I’d made peace with being mate-less forever. Too old, too scared. The Moon Goddess had passed me by, and I’d built an entire life on that. So why her? Why now? What sick joke was this? Would I have to reject her? Her scent hit me with wild lilacs, rain-soaked earth. It clawed at my sanity. The pull between us roared through my fury, tangling up my instincts. I should’ve killed her. Should’ve.