Fated Hands Novels & Stories

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

He removed his clothing before shifting. "Wuldrian toward ðone as môna gyden ðêah−hwæðere duguð hîwl¯æcan ðone as yfel forl¯ætan. Smoc wið me Kronos, mægden ûser spîrits fūse gadertang (Praise to the Moon Goddess for the form that I yield. Shift with me Kronos, may our spirits fuse together) "

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

Choice asked her sister Destiny who was busy writing the FATE MANUSCRIPT Destiny didn’t respond at all, which made Choice quite anxious. She snatched the FATE MANUSCRIPT, from her hands saying, “You can work on it later, sister. First you answer me.” Snatching the MANUSCRIPT back from her, Destiny glared at her, responding in a low inaudible tone, making Choice glued to her spot, “Whatever she would ask, is fated to wreak havoc in their lives.”

I could always blame the dizziness later Fyre guessed. Finally, the music lifted, quicker and quicker. Here came my fate, doomed to hormonally lust after a brute, my future life as a Luna and a Fate was barrelling towards me and there was nothing I could do now. I spun almost robotically and held out my hands waiting to be enveloped by raging sparks and desire and when his firm, warm hands clamped down on mine, I let out a gasp. Nothing. No match! No match! Fyre screamed in delight and the relief flooded through me, I looked down at our hands and laughed out loud.

I smiled softly at him. He stared into my eyes once more as if trying to look into my soul before beginning. "Fated is short for fated mates, and I believe they're known as soul mates or twin flames in the human world. A fated mate is someone who is your perfect match; your fated was created to mold perfectly to you, two halves to a whole. In our case, however, it's a four to one ratio. You were created for us, and we were created for you."

I look at the joined hands and choke quietly, "Mommy can't wait to actually see you in person. Please let me be your mommy so I can help Jordan live her dream as a big sister." I caress my stomach with both hands and felt two sets of feet kick either hand. I laugh through my sobs and hug my arms around my bump. My mother and Joyce walk in and I make eye contact with my mother. I hold out the printout to her and she walks over to sit on the bed. She takes the printout and Joyce looks over her shoulder. Joyce noticed their hands first, pointing it out to my mother with tears in her eyes. "Shawn and Annie held hands just like this," she chokes with joy. "I think I still have my printout."

Behind that immediate sensation was a warm, electrifying current as a tingle spread from my fingertips up my arm until it worked its way into my soul. We were mates, destined for one another, from the very beginning. And that sunny day, the goddess marked us as fate bound the two of us together with an invisible string of connection so that some day we might find one another again. Everything from that moment on was inevitable. Regardless of what came between us–distance, time, loss–We would find each other again. She were each other's fated futures. But that wouldn’t happen for years. At that moment, I was a pup far too young to understand what was happening and know what it meant. So I ju

We can do this. Now come and hold our hands so that we can go back in time... Ethan moved forward and held Atropos and Clotho’s hand, Lahkesis held their hand too and they formed a circle. All Fate sisters closed their eyes and recited something. Within seconds they opened their eyes. Ethan looked here and there and was surprised to see that it’s morning 10 am now. All of them stepped out of the house successfully and then held hands again and then came to the dusky evening.

She was about to forcefully get it when unexplainable energy welled up her body to the brim. "The problem is the power I'm vesting to you has its constraints. 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! Understand? I'm just giving you thirty days. If you can’t comply, you won't die but be the ugliest to the point that no one can beat your title for an entire millennium." "You mean I will hold any guy's hand until I find my own man?"