Novel & Cerita Fates Entwined Her Stolen Memories

She had shouted before she could even think, and in the chaos that followed, something awakened in her heart—something terrifying, overwhelming, and uninvited. Still seated on the edge of the bed, Elara rubbed her palms together, feeling the cold sweat from her nightmares drying against her skin. She tried to process it logically—maybe he was working on something related to that mansion. Maybe he wasn’t watching her. Maybe he didn’t even remember her. After all, he hadn’t said her name. He hadn’t shown any recognition. He had looked at her with calm concern, but no emotion stirred in his expression that said he remembered who she was. And yet, she couldn't forget. Her body remembered the tou

Each piece showed a different memory — Lila’s first night at Chaos College, Harper’s awakening, Cade’s betrayal, the blood on Adrian’s hands, the night of the Prom that turned into a massacre. It was all there, suspended in midair like fragments of her soul. Cade fell to his knees. “It’s using your memories as weapons.” No, the Entity said gently, almost lovingly. They were always weapons. I simply sharpened them. The mirrored sky flared brighter — and in that light, Lila saw something she hadn’t before. Among the reflections was a new one. A future. Herself — older, colder, crowned in light and shadow, standing atop a city made entirely of glass.

As if sensing my gaze, she slowly lifted her head, her eyes brimming with undisguised hatred toward me. “You were woken up by the coughing, too, weren’t you?” She casually tossed the used wipes into the trash and added, “Too bad you were a step too late. “In this lifetime, all the riches and luxury belong to me!” I blinked at her in confusion. “Quinny, what are you talking about?” She swallowed awkwardly and tentatively asked, “The old man upstairs was coughing so badly. Did you not hear it?” “I heard him.” She snorted, full of contempt. “You’re such a saint. Have you already decided to take care of him?”

She tried to understand, but she couldn't. The image of the table was beginning to fade, the woman in red was slowly receding into the recesses of her mind. It was in that last brief image of the Fates that Ellie saw the Dark Fate advance on the woman in red and grasp her neck with his hand, a black smoke-like substance wafting around her dress as she gasped up into the hidden eyes of the Dark Fate. Finally, Ellie understood. The Fates were at war.

And she had been glad to have Emily by her side. She'd never been cared for in that manner. She pulled her hoodie first ,then her shirt. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at where she was bitten. She carresed the healing wound on her belly. The bite of a snake. They'd stolen part of her Essence and messed with her memories. She couldn't remember some things there were gone forever. Stolen . She hissed angrily. She couldn't blame Atissa. Atissa had chosen her part. And she? She didn't even know who she was yet. Decades wasted , serving a Master who left her to die.

“I continued to love her. Knowing that no matter what, these men were flings, nothing more. I was to be her forever, and she mine. However, when I was eighteen, we officially were engaged. For the first time, I saw something in her eyes. Not hatred but resentment. The following months I killed five men. All of which I’d confirmed touched her. Touched my fiancé.” “I pleaded with her to stop, that she was to be faithful, just as I had always been. She scoffed at me. It was the first time she put be down for being the last in line for my own family. Our engagement was to be two years and when I turned nineteen, I found out in my birthday she had joined an orgy in France. That was when I took it

she said. “Sometimes, they’re about surviving long enough to change the ending.” Claire met her gaze, feeling a tremor run through her. “Change the ending?” she echoed. “Yes, child. Fate can be twisted... if you’re brave enough to hold on.” Claire swallowed hard. The words struck a chord deep within her. Could she really survive this? Could she change her fate? Before she could ask more, the woman straightened up. “You must be careful. There are forces at work here you don’t even understand yet,” she said cryptically, her eyes darting toward the hallway.

Because she is seeing it too. Her baby forces the connection open. A thin thread snaps into place, invisible but burning hot, linking her mind to his. She sees through his eyes as clearly as if she were trapped inside his skull. ⸻ The Memory Unfolds He remembers stepping toward her — confident, victorious, certain the underworld’s prize was finally within reach. His hand stretched out, ready to grab her, ready to rip her future from Malik’s grasp. But then— A sound, soft as the flutter of wings.

I stared at the envelope, then tore it open, my eyes locking on the familiar handwriting. When I opened the letter, my chest tightened as anger, betrayal, and a sharp ache of longing crashed into me all at once. "Lior, I… I hope you can forgive me. I’ve found my mate—someone I can’t walk away from. At the party I stayed away from him but the pull toward a fated is something I can't deny ,I hope you find your mate too, someone who makes you whole, because you deserve it. i can't bring my self to tell you .

Soon enough, she found herself inside as she sat on a stool. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked. “Something strong,” she said. “Something that will make me forget.” The bartender gave her a look of concern but poured her a glass of liquor, which she drank in one gulp. “Another,” she said. And another. And another. The world began to blur. The pain began to fade, just a little. She made a promise to herself right there and then. “I will get everything back,” she whispered. “I will make them pay for what they did.”