Fates Hands Chapter 7 Novels & Stories

He was my mate, my world, my perfect pair, my everything, the only man I had ever known since I was eighteen. I couldn't give up on us. Right? "Gahhh," he spit the tea right out from his mouth and onto my dress. The hot liquid stung. "This is your plan Meeva, to punish me for a scenario clearly borne from the figment of your imagination. You want to burn my throat?!" He didn't even care that he had spat out the hot liquid on me. His green eyes hardened as he looked at me, like I was a pitiful piece of metal.

I could feel his grip on my hand tighten. “Miss. Hazel Watson, do you take Mr. Alan Martin as your lawful husband, to have and hold to, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The priest asked me, I was all blank. All I could think about was Liam and Ruby. “Hazel?” my chain of thoughts broke from his soft voice and I looked at him. And I realized I have to say it now.

How am I holding up, knowing the man I love is facing untold dangers while I sit here, powerless? I sigh, a mix of frustration and resignation coloring my tone. “I feel... powerless, Caleb. It’s ironic, isn’t it? Being a Fate and yet feeling like I can’t do anything to change the course of events.” “You’re not powerless, Chloe Jane. Being a Fate, that’s a significant role. The threads you weave, the lives you touch—they matter, more than you might realize.” The reminder stings, a bitter acknowledgment of a destiny I still struggle to comprehend. “Yeah, powers that let me see things but not change them. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s more of a curse.”

But before I can shove those fingers in my mouth she grabs my arm and brings my hand down and starts sucking on them, I can see the flash of sapphire in her eyes and I know its the bond making her do this but I don’t even care right now and I don’t care if she regrets in later, I take what I want and right now I need to taste her pussy and have her grinding on my face. I pull my hand away from her mouth and lean down, I slide my hands under those luscious toned thighs and lift her, her back makes contact with the wall and I slide her slightly higher. “Hold on to the top of the shower screen I tell her” She obeys instantly and that just makes me all the more greedier. Once I know she is holdi

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

"Maria, I will avenge you. What he did to you, his wife will face the same. And then I'll ask him to replace her, just like he asked me to and then he'll know that fame means nothing but destruction." Fate sat on the top of a tower and wrote something in her Grecabulum, the book of fate and destiny. Her pen shone light blue as she wrote down the Fate of people. Then, she flew up and reached a balcony. She passed through the closed doors and looked at a new born baby sleeping in a cradle. She touched his hands and the fate lines appeared on his palm. "May you get what you deserve" She smiled and walked out. She flew up and climbed at the terrace of a building. "Let's see, what's next," She lo

His arm absently moves up to pull me in closer to his side and my senses are assaulted with his fire and brimstone scent. “Are we interrupting something important?” Power surges through the air as the Fates suddenly appear in the middle of the drawing room, an amused look echoing along all of their faces. Clotho steps away from her sisters and makes her way over to the empty seat to my right. Her hands reach out to grab mine in hers, pulling me out of Levi’s hold until I am facing her fully. The empty sockets where her eyes should be start to glow a pale white light as her breathing starts to slow to an almost indescernible rate.

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 .

But as soon as he turned around, his eyes turned dark as he smiled wickedly, "Let the game begin Xavier Knights" ~~~❤~~~ End of seventh chapter. Thankyou guys. If you like my story please vote for my story to show your appreciation.💞

I know that what I considered was heartless, but fate was unkind to all of us regardless. Cruel to Monica by binding her to a married man, cruel to Olivia by linking her to me before I discovered my fated mate, and lastly cruel to me by placing me in a situation where. I might have to shatter all my vows and be the savage in what's meant to be my Love tale. I took my leave from the balcony without uttering a single word. I returned to my seat and discovered that Olivia wasn't there. Upon reaching home and Olivia wasn't there either, I Knew that she had figured it out.