Fates Hands Spare Williams Novels & Stories

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.

Alexander managed to stay calm as he talked, ‘Hey man, isn’t it rather rude of you to barge into my house and cause a nuisance here? You don’t have courtesy for anything? Is that how you paupers behave? The mysterious man continues laughing, “Did you just call me a pauper, he said; If not that I am in a good mood, I should have landed a blow on your face. Do you think you can keep all this property to yourself? For your information, I am Nathan Mayors, the rightful heir to these properties and I have come to take everything from you…I mean everything!”.

When we reach the grave from before, I stop and release his hand. It falls to his side. I stare at the grave and avoid his face. “You were right when you said I'm selfish.” I start. “I don't know how to trust. Until now, I've never even tried to, not really, I run away, hide and avoid everyone who tries to get close to me. But there is one thing I have always trusted and that is fate. These threads that I see. They never deceive me, they show truth, good and bad. They do nothing to spare my feelings because fate doesn't care about my feelings. There are times I wish I couldn't see them at all because what I see is so heartbreaking. But despite that, I really do trust them. Completely. I trus

In the past Marina lived alone, her parents died early, so she lived alone by gathering. When Ceto discovered the target, he signaled the soldiers to surround Marina's house. At night, while Marina was sleeping, a soldier broke into her house, he pulled out a prepared knife, raised his hand, and stabbed her in the body. Unexpectedly, the knife stabbed a piece of relief that Marina was wearing, so it saved her life. But because she was so scared, she just dared to lie still and not move. The soldier, after stabbing Marina, thought she was dead, so he left. Ceto wanted to make sure his mission was successful, so he set fire to Marina's house. Witnessing the house burned down, Ceto and the new

The lifeboat had only two seats left. My hands were clammy, and my heart pounded with rising panic. Without thinking, I grabbed Ethan Gibson’s wrist. “Please, don’t leave me,” I whispered. He jerked his hand away, shooting me an annoyed look. There she was—Aria York, the girl of his dreams—standing beside him with a perfectly practiced worried expression. “Aria can’t swim. I need to get her to safety first. Wendy, this isn’t the time to pick fights over nothing. You’re not really jealous, are you?” he chided.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

On the day of the wedding, Isla arrived at the venue in her wedding dress, radiant with excitement. What awaited her, however, was a brutal shootout. Leading his men, Sam wiped out every one of Matteo’s trusted subordinates. Matteo slumped weakly into his chair, panting as he cursed angrily. “You ungrateful son! After today, everything I have would have been yours. Why would you do this?” Sam’s face was cold as he walked toward him step by step.

I couldn’t. “There’s another note,” William says and hands it over to me. ‘Save the red before it turns black. Save the Scar before it becomes non-existent.'

“You can't hurt me, Roman. I am a priestess, and your mate's life is tied to mine. If I die by your hand… she dies too. Your precious mate will feel the sting of your choices. Can you really risk that?” For a moment, Roman’s fingers slackened, the hesitation flickering in his eyes. But just then, a new voice interrupted the tense silence, slicing through it like a blade. “I’ll kill you myself,” Williams’s voice was calm yet chilling as he appeared at the stairwell, his expression unreadable, his gaze fixed on Irene with a cold certainty. “I gave you the opportunity of a lifetime. You mess it up by manipulating the one you were supposed to help. Yet you walk in here to make demands. What guts

Mrs Williams and Mabel yelled at her at the same time. "What?? I was only saying what was on everybody minds." Sophia groaned. Mabel glared at her. Mr Williams finally did reach the dinning table, and dragged out his chair and sat down on it, unapologetic. Mrs Williams went on to dish out everybody's food and just when Abigail was about digging in, "Let's pray for the food." Mrs Williams said stretching forth her hand to Abigail. A confused Abigail stared at the woman outstretched hand, confused on what to do with it but then she noticed the rest of the family was holding hands and so she claimed Mrs William's hand and also Marcel's hand.