Fates Entwined Her Stolen Memories Novels & Stories

And then, he would tear her throat out with his bare hands. "Ninety days," Scarlett whispered, her voice trembling as the weight of her fate settled over her like a shroud. "I have exactly ninety days before I’m a dead woman." Her gaze fell to her hand, which was clenched instinctively. Tucked into her palm was a small, crumpled slip of yellow paper—a spirit-calming talisman she had brought with her from her previous life. It hummed with a faint, familiar energy, a stark contrast to the dark, oily aura swirling around Caleb’s wounds. The curse eating at him wasn't just physical; it was a soul-shattering hex placed by the Thorne family, designed to lobotomize the King’s inner wolf and keep hi

Not the company, not the money, not even the power, just you. The bond between them is a tether, a golden cord that connects a king to a commoner. I already confirmed it. He married you, bonded to you, permanently. That mark on your neck, I’ve seen the report. Fated mates. Even without memory, his instincts will pull him back to you, eventually. The soul remembers what the mind forgets. And when that happens, everything I buried will rise with it. I lean back slowly in my chair. The shadows in the room seem to lengthen. I should eliminate the risk now, end it before it becomes a problem. The thought is clean, simple, and efficient.

I stared at her in shock, forgetting even to struggle. One of the bodyguards stepped forward and roughly grabbed my left hand. “No!”

Inhuman. He circled her entrance, gathering the slickness before dragging it up to that swollen bundle of nerves. He circled and pressed. His movements were controlled. Precise. Each touch calculated to drive her higher without giving her release. As though this torture wasn't enough, Fate found a way to add another layer of cruelty to his suffering through the devastating reality that she didn't remember him. The woman beneath him, the soul he'd searched for across centuries of despair, looked at him with terror instead of recognition.

“I nursed him back to health, from the hollow shell they left him in. I thought if I kept him away from the Vales, fate would break and they would have never met again.” Her eyes flared with a sudden, blinding clarity. “But the universe is a cruel mistress, Rhea. No matter how many memories they stripped away, his soul and Kieran's are meant to be.” She gripped my wrists, her fingers cold like ice. “I couldn't hide a fated bond with science or chemicals. And you are just a poor girl caught in their web.” “It doesn't matter!” I scrambled back, my legs skidding on the floor as I looked at the heavy bronze decoration I'd dropped during the time I hid behind the sofa.

It’s powerful, laced with promise and commanding. He stops for a moment, seeming to debate, before shaking his head. “You are no match for me, Hecate. I know of your lost memories. I know you haven’t been able to access your powers since you lost it three years ago.” Feeling builds in my chest, bubbling to the surface, and I struggle to keep control, though I’m not sure what of. He takes another step. And darkness explodes.

His not yet satisfied heart, yet at ease mind are ringing the very dread he and the other made for free. Towards fate and destiny, he neglected and defeated for far too long, he is now standing in the very aisle of his wanting plan and very life. To everyone’s altered memories, to those they played and shifted the fact to make the lies into the truth and the darkness into the very blessed light. The stolen life, and every role he is taking now whispers and is confirmed by a gentle voice who calls. “JK?”

Chapter 21 Tangled Fates Quinton’s POV I stared at the shattered remnants of our lives, pieces of the past scattered around me like debris after a storm. Everything had spiraled out of control, faster than I ever could have predicted. The tension in the air was almost suffocating, like the calm before a violent storm. There was no denying it—the darkness that had haunted us had returned. But now, it wasn’t just lurking in the shadows. It was a part of us, wrapped tightly around Fiona and me, pulling us deeper into its sinister web.

Strange faces congratulated her, and she only managed weak smiles. Elena felt lost; her life was changing in ways she hadn’t planned. How did she get involved with these unfamiliar people? As these thoughts raced through her mind, she emptied more glasses of alcohol inside her mouth, forgetting she was pregnant. “Bryan, can you take me back to the restaurant? I’m feeling sleepy!” she pleaded, her voice trembling, her eyes fading out.

, now you see my fate, he said with every sense of remorse. I could barely hold myself, I was so caught up in both emotions and pity for him. “Dont worry Alexander, I will ensure I keep to the dictates of this deal with everything I have got, be rest assured this is yours and won't escape you”, I assured him as I raised his head up to look into my face as I made this promise. This felt like a torrent of emotion ran through us, we could barely hold our self.