Fated Persuasion Novels & Stories

~clary~ Aura has been trying to change my mind but I’m hell bent on killing the man responsible for my mates death nothing she says could stop me. “Please clary listen to me for five minutes if you want to kill him afterwards I will not stop you” I stop and look at aura “your five minutes starts now” she sighs “thank you! There’s more to this than I can understand but we are all some how connected by the fates. Remember when we were little I would tell the fire story about the rogue? Don’t you think it’s odd that Perseus is a rogue and Esme’s mate. We found each other as kids and I also found Perseus. Esme sampson and you were all fated to Perseus, cherie and analise. what has happened had t

"Yes, Darwin... Do you think I'm being formal? I ask because I can and because I want to make this demand. That is, if you agree to my terms and become my slave, I will be your master, and you will have me. This time she smiled slyly, her head raised, as she resumed her sensual, chaotically fluid dance, gliding like leaves and flowers in the summer but with a velvety grace. "Sure, you can refuse... I won't make you say yes," she added, tilting her head to gaze at him almost perpendicularly. "If you refuse, I will let you go without incident. Forget everything and go home. But do you want that? You came here looking for The Fated One manuscript, and it's right in front of you now, thought to

“You think I enjoy this? You think I want to see my son walk away? No. But I will not allow personal desires to blind me. Not his, not mine, not even yours.” Seraphina stepped forward, fury blazing in her eyes. “Personal desires?!” she spat. “This is not desire, Hayden! This is fate. Fated mates. You and I—of all people—should know what that means. And yet you act as though it’s nothing! You act as though it’s some childish whim he’ll grow out of.”

All these unanswered questions were affecting me to the point I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. “Victor, please allow me to talk to her,” Adam pleaded again. “Daisy has chosen us. We have won the right to our Fated Mate. Don’t throw that special bond away.” “I must think before we do anything, Adam. This revelation could change everything.” “It will change everything,” Adam argued. “What right do you have to argue with fate? A True Mate is a gift not to be tossed aside. Having Daisy and Diana as our true mates will make our lives richer.”

Catherine broke the silence, asking, "Miss, do you believe in fate?" Persephone was taken aback, struggling to respond. "Everything is tied to fate, and we must face it." Catherine spoke softly. "I can see it with you and Mr. Rutherford. He's a trial in your fate. If you manage to overcome it, you'll be reborn. But if you don't..." She abruptly stopped, and Persephone's face turned pale. "Let's go," Catherine said, grabbing her hand and bringing her back from her thoughts. "What's on your mind?"

I turned to see a beautiful woman in her thirties stepping forward, dressed too nicely for a funeral. Her makeup was perfect and her expression cold. "And who are you?" I asked. "Melissa," she said. "The woman Darvis was supposed to marry before this whore showed up and ruined everything." Nova made a small sound behind me, and I felt her trembling. "Fated mates trump chosen mates," I said. "That's pack law and you know that." "Fated mates are a suggestion," Melissa said dismissively. "Not a requirement. Darvis could have rejected her.

The few who stayed looked haunted, their loyalty bought through desperation rather than belief. “The pack vote is in three weeks,” Silas reminded me. “After everything that has happened, they might vote for new leadership. Someone stronger, less willing to show mercy.” “Then they vote for that,” I said tiredly. “I cannot be something I am not. If they want a return to Marcus's methods, they will not get that from me.” “Aria is asking for you,” Vera said, appearing with her usual silent efficiency. “Your mate is worried. She can feel your turmoil through the bond.”

It had lead to a lot of false accusations of aggression or so-called attempts of assault. The succubus batted her long, curled eyelashes at the Werewolf, placing a hand on her hips to emphasise her perfect curves. Radyn took notice of every single one of her movements. The little thing in front of him was attempting to seduce him but Radyn merely assumed that she was just happy to see him.

I slid the silver bracelet from my wrist—the one that symbolized our arranged bond—and held it out. “I am not less than anyone,” I said clearly. “If Caleb rejects me, another Alpha will claim me.” The tokens of our betrothal were exchanged. And just like that—after more than ten years—the bond was severed. Exactly as Caleb had always wanted. He pushed himself up, bruises stark across his shoulders. For the first time, his eyes flickered with something unreadable. He hadn’t expected me to walk away. Not without begging. Not without tears. “Quinn,” his voice was low, almost dangerous, “you really think you won’t come crawling back?”

“Yes. However, the Elders have a more complex oath which means that they can’t go against the best wishes of the pack. Our pack has always held the belief that fated mate pairs are within the pack’s best wishes because we believe that the Goddess pairs people together for a reason which also makes the mated pair stronger, thus making the pack stronger.” I nodded in understanding as I continued thinking. This intuition amplification made me feel like Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Who all in one. Repetitive motion helped me think, thus why I had not broken contact with my cup. Pacing helped more, but that would just make me look insane. That was not the first impression I wanted to make. Accordin