Fated To Her Tormentors Novels & Stories

Her mind maybe disabled but not her heart. On her peripheral vision, a reflection of from a metal shone and a woman struggling to free herself from the inescapable fate... A shrill sound whistled inside her ears whilst only got her head more tormenting like it would split into two any second now. With this, she fell to the ground as these tortures continued to mock her 'barely-hanging-on' state. But a hand grabbed the chain on her neck in case she will do anything wrong, though, still allowing her on her knees.

I want to beg her not to go through with this crazy plan. “I was able to keep my mind sharp within the darkness while I was in captivity. I will not get lost.” Her eyes twinkle as she talks. “Are you strong enough for this?” I ask, knowing that I will not be able to change her mind. “For my mates,” she grins. “I can do anything.”

She was born with such a messed-up fate. “God, What’s my fault?” She cried out palming her head. She was tired. Before this escape, she held her strength together and did everything to not lose her mind. She wanted to fight till she will set herself free from him. But now she was sure, she can never be free from him till he himself lets her go. She was both mentally and physically tired of enduring his torture. Even though she was scared out of her wits after last night but after calming her mind she realized she wasn’t only scared, but also tired now.

When I reach my bedroom, I throw her inside. She claws on the bed and I tower over her, “Do you know how many women have come to this pack-house running their mouths at me?” For the first time, she looks terrified. Poor thing, I will never hurt her, the possibility of ending Dante lies within her. “What happened?” She gulps down nothing and I smirk. “You rather not know, princess. So, I'd rather you don’t cause trouble with me, just be on my good side and then you are good to go.”

Finally, she got a place to hide from her miseries, agony and misfortune but no longer because the hawks had already gathered here to liberate her from her and her two years born life from this world. She could die a thousand times but not let anybody harm her little one, her smile, her part, her struggle and her life. She thought now she was escaping her bad luck and started a new one but little bit she would know no one can escape from its ill-destinement. And her destiny to be ruled, forced to answer who treated her like dirt, insult, abuse and what not……but she was determined to make herself strong and became a fighter. Her whole life was displaying in front of her blurry eyes. Torn clot

Destroying her completely and utterly too. She began sobbing uncontrollably, unable to control her emotions, and her cuffed hands immediately went back to her hair, tugging hard at the black curls as she cried. The doctor watched silently. Her father did, too, his lips trembling as he watched her break out in a fit. Just when she thought things would improve, she was struck by this! Fuck! Was this her fate, her destiny to suffer through all these cruel circumstances? Was this the punishment for all the atrocities she’d committed and all the hate she’d harbored in her heart all this while?

She hated that she craved his touch, his breath grazing her ears, and his thrust making her moan in ecstasy. But she decided it was okay; maybe he has become infatuated with another woman…maybe. But things began to become unbearable; with each passing day, her burdens grew. The officers who were in charge of the slaver's bay did not hesitate to use their whip on her back mercilessly. No matter how hard she tried to understand what she did wrong, it was always pain she got in return.

I explained. “Why?” She asked. “Something about him being a traitor, it was later that we found out she did it because she was obsessed with me. I started dating this girl when I was around nineteen but it didn’t last because Tracy got into a fight with her and she ended up in a coma. The pack wanted her to be banished but the fact that she was one of my council members didn’t make that easy which was why the high council members decided that she had to be locked up for a year. We didn’t think the punishment was enough but we went ahead with it” I explained.

The pain of the bite was nearly nonexistent when the elation of being claimed and bonded to my fated mate consumed all of me—body, mind, heart and soul. The last thing I ever thought before blacking out was, ‘He may be an enemy, but he is my fated mate. I can fix him and his twisted and ruthless bigotry.’

When I see that my suspicions have been confirmed I tuck my phone away, unable to look at it any longer. I rest my head against the back of the door. I am going to be stuck with these people for the rest of my life. Vedant won’t reject me and since I’m Iris, he’ll never find her and let me go for her sake. I will be tied to these miserable, hateful people forever. I let a primal scream rip through me, and my sadness and anger reach their peak. Why couldn’t I have been taken in by any other pack? Why was my whole life plagued by one strong of bad luck after another? Why does the goddess let me suffer this way?