Romans & histoires Fates Hands Chapter 7

They encountered trials that tested their resilience, celebrated triumphs that deepened their sense of purpose, and continued to inspire others with their unwavering commitment to love and unity. Chapter Seven marked a turning point in Rita's story—a chapter where blossoming bonds intertwined with her individual growth, infusing her life with new layers of meaning and joy. With her heart open and her spirit ablaze, Rita recognized that her journey of spiritual awakening was not meant to be traversed alone, but with the support and love of those who walked alongside her.

His laughter now rumbled like the thunder, sparks falling from his fingers in flares like lightening. "I am Fate," he boomed, looming over us, black doom painting his eyes the color of his power. Demetrius's smile didn't waver as he bent beside me and held out his hand. "I need your crystal," he said with perfect clarity. "If you don't mind." I gaped at him. Looked down at it in my hand even as Belaisle's giant foot shifted next to me, rising to crush us all like bugs. My hand lurched forward, dropped the silent stone into Demetrius's hand. He liberated Ameline's from hers without asking. Stood swiftly, turned and bowed to the Fates who seemed unconcerned Belaisle's massive foot was about to

Choice asked her sister Destiny who was busy writing the FATE MANUSCRIPT Destiny didn’t respond at all, which made Choice quite anxious. She snatched the FATE MANUSCRIPT, from her hands saying, “You can work on it later, sister. First you answer me.” Snatching the MANUSCRIPT back from her, Destiny glared at her, responding in a low inaudible tone, making Choice glued to her spot, “Whatever she would ask, is fated to wreak havoc in their lives.”

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 has me experiencing feelings that I believed had died when I lost Portia. I’m so love drunk as we walk back to the packhouse, holding hands. Holding fucking hands! A few weeks ago, Saph could barely stomach being in the same room as me. It’s still early and the sun isn’t fully up, but I need to get back to Ruby. I hope she’ll be excited for me and Saph.

"Don't touch her." Seven froze. "Why?" he asked. “What's going on with her?” His mother swallowed hard and said nothing, her gaze still fixed on my hand. The mark suddenly pulsed, and I cried out and pressed my hand against my chest. "Make it stop!" Seven looked helplessly at his mother. The room seemed to spin around me, and I struggled to breathe as the burning climbed from my palm toward my wrist. Seven's eyes suddenly flashed gold, brighter than I had ever seen them, and his whole body tensed as though he could feel my pain.

They chuckled. “I’m Atropos” the first fate introduced herself. “Clotho” second fate told her. “And I am Lachesis” the final fate said. Amelia nodded her head. “So am I dead?” “No, but you’re recovering…we brought here to congratulate you on your success” Clotho told her. Amelia smiled. “Thank you…I couldn’t have done it without you” They smiled back at her. “The other reason we brought you’re here is to know your decision” Atropos said to her.

Here give it to her. I helped her to sit. After drinking water, she looked around and a strange laugh escaped her. She stared at her hands, "Fate is really cruel." "Mia, what do you mean? Aren't you happy that you are fine?", I asked her with curiosity. She lift her head to look at me since she was resting her back on my chest. Our eyes met. There was very little distance between our faces. I could feel her breath. My heart stopped beating at the sight of those beautiful chocolate eyes. I forgot to breathe.

She looks at the pups as lightning splits the sky and the ground cracks. “Get them into the packhouse now!” I nod and run, handing the pups to Heather and Kendra as Atticus forces the shift and we take off towards Mia and Fenrir. Blood drips from Chaos’s jaws as Fen whimpers and whines. Chaos isn’t going to back down as she tears into him. A haunting laugh echoes around the packgrounds and out walks Fate. This sadistic bitch. Turning my head, I see her raise her hands in to the air chanting, my eyes widen. Turning my head, looking at Chaos and Fenrir.