Novel & Cerita Fates Cast

James asked, and I understood that he might view casting me aside for a fated mate as an act of respect, just as he had done to Ava. "Your chosen mate can't choose to leave you unless you disown her. It is improper to engage with your fated mate and subsequently forsake her," he said firmly, and Jack forcefully shook his head. "I did not engage in the full act with her, I swear," he claimed, and James shook his head. "Not in accordance with Monica," he said, and Jack looked displeased. Either he was being untruthful, or she was being untruthful; regardless of the circumstance, people would probably trust her due to her torn gown.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

I shake my head and take a small step forward. “No. Do you know who I am to you?” She tilts her head, taking me in. I wonder what she’s thinking about. After a while, she slowly shakes her head. “You’re my fated mate.” I thought she’d be happy. I thought her face would contain joy, and we could go from there. I didn’t imagine that she’d look sorrowful before running away from me. ~Houston~ Being here has been a complete waste of time. I’m pretty sure that he knows where Alayasia is, but he isn’t talking. I didn’t expect him to tell on himself or anything like that, but I wish I could have gotten something from him.

I had thought I felt her nearby when I was greeting the Earth delegation with Celeste, but when I had looked, she wasn't there. "She is your betrothed, Aro. If Miriam hasn't accepted you as her fated mate, it would be ill advised to break the engagement. Based on the information we've gathered about attacks beyond the Fae kingdoms, we need her support to face down this threat." I sighed. I knew he was right, but it still felt wrong to pretend to be happy with the engagement when I wasn't. Celeste may have been irritating and lacking substance, but it still didn't mean she deserved to be led on. I needed to talk to Miriam.

No wonder the woman serving their foods was scared, she doesn't wish to lose her job here. "The one with shot purple hair, her name is Summer while the brunette is Samantha. Their parents are super rich but not compared to Sage. Whatever you do, do not cross your line when it comes to them." She enunciates with a serious look. "Well ok." I shrugged. "So do you like it here?." Suzy queries. "Yeah, I guess...." I got Interrupted by a very loud scream, I faced the direction of where the scream is coming from and realize it's from a short fat girl who suddenly rushed into the cafe.

"That's not your way of telling me I'm going to die in a pit of fire is it?" Zena chuckled, loosening one of the leather pouches. A collection of herbs which she threw on dramatically, creating a nose-stinging aroma. Dark and sweet at the same time. As I choked on the scent she said softly. "It's a lot less literal. People think Fates are purposely vague but we don't see a complete image. Flickers and hints. It’s dangerous to over-interpret." The old tales about Fates driving men crazy flickered across my memory.

“My queen deserves her own throne.” I roll my eyes and take a seat. Leave it to Lucifer to make such a blatant statement. Of course, a large part of me feels giddy, but I don’t let him see it. Bree gives me a wide-eyed look and takes the seat beside my throne. Once everyone has been seated, Amara begins to talk. “So we’ve been working on finding a way to help you and your angel. As I reviewed the tomes, I found that the fates seemed to be mentioned as key figures in the prophecies, which is why I chose to focus on the fates rather than the prophecy.”

I ask as I stroke her chin. She breathes out a sigh and I see tears welling in her eyes, tears that she quickly swipes away. “What do you know about the Fates, Ruin?” I look at her, not liking where this is going. “They’re four sisters said to be more powerful and older than the Gods themselves. They work hand in hand with The Creators. Why do you ask? What did Halo tell you?” She tilts her head up toward the ceiling, and my hand drops to the side. I watch as she wrestles with the right words to say, then she peers back at me. “Apparently I am… one of those Fates. Halo called me The Spinner, the one who—”

"I am part of this now. We all are." Ava stopped, her gaze fixed on Misha. "She's right, you know." She crossed her arms, her expression uncharacteristically serious. "The Fates. It's not just a fancy title for our shared trauma bonding. If you're gone, the thread unravels. I'm the anchor, but an anchor needs something to hold to. Without both of you, without the balance you create, I'm just a lonely goth girl with too much power and no one to direct it at." "And the children?" I rasped, the effort of speaking growing monumental. "They are the true Fates, our replacements. Our duty is to protect them until they can assume their roles."

I asked then let out a yawn while stretching to snap out the slumber in me. “I’m Lisa, the maid in charge of you,” the voice outside the room announced “The maid in charge of me? What’s this about?” I stood up to go unlock the door and I was greeted by a pretty lady just about my age. “Good morning ma’am, hope you slept well cause you slept almost the whole day,” Lisa said with a bright smile. “Almost the whole day?” I said as I picked my phone up to check what time it was to see it was already almost 7 pm.