Fates Hands Chapter 7 Novels & Stories

And the ghost inside was waiting for her to turn the lock. (Watch out for Chapter 7) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment

A life-changing decision Chapter 1 Harper's POV The bridge was cold. I sat on the wet concrete floor with my back against the railings, knees pulled to my chest and my hair crusty from the dried flour. I was not sure how long I had been sitting there for long enough for the cold to seep into my skin and make me sniffle. Long enough for the voices in my head to grow bored of me and become quiet after leaving one last haunting cackle. “Pathetic! You don’t even dare to end it all! Coward!”

As a matter of fact, being with her felt comfortable and grounding. On the night of my official enrollment, Mom called. She told me that Maya had died. The court case was about to start, but Wayne couldn’t resist gambling one last time and lost badly. Unable to pay the debt, he secretly handed Maya over to loan sharks, and she didn’t make it. After hanging up, I let out a sigh. Beside me, Jane asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” I turned to her, smiling. “It’s nothing important. “I heard you’re still single. Do you think I might have a chance?”

The parchment is frayed, blackened at the edges as if torn from flame. And across the bottom, smeared in ash but unmistakable, a line in his hand: “Choose. Seven nights.” My breath sticks, trapped. I don’t even realize I have cut my palm against the parchment’s edge until a droplet of blood streaks across the page. The ash seems to swallow it whole.

FAITH Fire burned through my veins, and my vision swam as I stared at his tanned hand on her still-flat stomach. There were numerous gasps of delight for an heir from the crowd, and I glanced around, wondering if maybe I had heard them wrong. Yet, as the horror and pity-filled faces reached me, I knew I hadn’t. Sable smiled up at me from beneath her lashes, placing a hand atop his on her stomach before leaning into his side and fluttering her lashes at him as if they were newlyweds.

Chapter 16: Too Late Eris~ I didn’t care anymore. The weight of the curse, Kaya, the wedding—was crushing me from the inside out. My hands trembled as I pulled harder at the window latch. The Fae. If I could just reach him, talk to him, maybe… maybe I could undo all of this. ‘Eris, stop! Please!’ Seven’s voice panicked in my head, her anxiety was eating my bones. 'You need to be careful. You’ll hurt yourself, or worse—'

But with every step they took, they faced the harsh reality that their foes were formidable and seemingly impervious to defeat. As the chapter drew to a close, a cliffhanger loomed before them—a seemingly unbeatable foe who emerged from the shadows. The powerful figure exuded an aura of darkness, casting doubt upon their chances of victory. The chapter ended with Emily and Liam locked in a desperate struggle, their lives hanging in the balance as they faced an adversary who possessed unimaginable power. Emily's voice wavered with a mix of fear and determination. "We cannot falter now, Liam. Our cause is just, and we must find a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable foe," she urged, h

“Don't feel we're friends and that you can ask me questions. Now stay away from me! “ She fired as she walked away from where Georgia stood. Georgia always wondered what she must have done to deserve that treatment from her sister. They all went into the building. The hall was filled with guests as they spoke to one another in hushed tones. Her parents went to say hi to their friends, and Serefina did the same. Georgia was all alone. She went to stand at a corner and she watched what was going on. She was still enjoying her view when a man suddenly appeared in front of her. He grabbed her wrist, taking her unaware as he took her to the middle of the hall. Georgia was in shock as she wondered

Alex held my hand and got me tissue to clean my tears. “Are you sure you are fine to continue” he asked “it's fine”, I said as I held his hand too “The journey was not an easy one from that time, we had to adapt to a life we were not used to, mum had to concentrate on footing the house bills as dad tried to sort ways to clear our debts. It was all teary for us the day mortgage came for our house, dad had used it as collateral to borrow money for the project he did with the woman.

The other dripped shadow so deep it erased the ground beneath its feet. Both reached for me. --- The wind bent toward the fracture. Hollowflame crowned me in fire. Dorian’s hand closed harder around mine. And Fate’s whisper slid against my ear, softer now but impossibly near: “Choose wrong… and you will not survive the choosing.”