Fates Hands Spare Williams Novels & Stories

His hands wrapped around my neck. “if I can't have you then no one else will have you, not even that bastard Zander. I see they're trying to get close to him that must be why you were talking with Silas. Is he trying to match the both of you together? is he trying to make arrangements for your wedding or perhaps is he trying to make you have more babies after what happened to the first one? I won't let that happen again. I stood aside watching you give what belonged to me to him. I swear that I would rather have you dead than see it happen”

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Darius extends his hand out to me. What is he doing? “Two full moons ago, I felt the pull of the fated mate bond.” The entire crowd erupts into gasps and squeals of disbelief. Darius continues to stare at me. His hand still extended out towards me. I can feel the crowd shifting their gaze from Darius to me. I feel my eyes filling with tears. Amy takes my hand in hers and nudges the back of my shoulder with her other hand, making me stand up.

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?”

Even after all the favoritism and betrayal I had experienced, seeing this still made my heart ache. The scene was chaotic, but I had no interest in watching any longer. I turned and left. In my last life, my father had abandoned me to face those vicious creditors alone. Now, with just that one action, I knew he would never abandon Mona. But so what if he shielded her from the storm? They would still come begging to me. Sure enough, just as I sat down at the table at noon, the butler came in to relay a message. "Ms. Ramsey, your family is here to see you."

In the final instant of my fall, I grabbed onto her, and the two of us fell to our deaths together. Then we were both reborn. In this life, we each made choices completely different from before. She got what she wanted, encountering the Mafia Boss's heir on a street riddled with gunfire and becoming his wife. I changed my own fate as well. Marco looked terrifying, but to be honest, I would rather marry him than spend even one more second near Luca. Vivian thought Luca was a gentle, considerate, perfect gentleman. Unbeknownst to her, marrying him was the true beginning of her nightmare.

“Table thirteen.” The room hushed. That number meant one thing. The Russians were back. Aurora’s pulse quickened, though she kept her expression carefully composed. She didn’t have to ask who it was. She felt it—like a shift in gravity. Skyler passed behind her and rested a warm hand on her shoulder. “Breathe. This is your night.” Across the room, Kim stood near the wardrobe rack, slipping on her garter belt with smooth, practiced grace. Her lips curled just slightly, and her eyes—lined sharp in silver—flicked toward Aurora.

“Of all the days in the world, you chose today to bring that human here. Are you intentionally trying to tick me off?” “She is one of the people who made a wish on the reaper. Normally William and I would handle it ourselves but there's a lot about her that makes no sense and only you have the answer because you created her.” Fate grumbled. He was draped in flowing purple robes, his long blonde hake scattering on his shoulders and his ripped body making no effort to hide under the robe. In short, he had taken a very handsome appearance today so he must really be in a bad mood.

Her breathing was shallow but she was alive. “Angela. Baby, look at me. Open your eyes.” My voice was a broken rasp. I pressed my fingers to her throat. The pulse was there, thready but steady. The bond was a thin, agonizing thread, but it was still attached. She was alive. She was alive. Boots pounded on the stairs. James and three warriors burst into the courtyard, weapons drawn. They took in the scene in a millisecond. Their Luna unconscious in their Alpha’s arms. A strange, bleeding woman out cold by the woodpile.

"Who're you?" Fate looked at the stranger suspiciously. She is in no mood to talk to strangers or flirt for the matter, not that she willingly did in her life. Which is why she never had a boyfriend before. As Rhine puts it, she can't help acting like a bitch in front of others outside work. "It's Williams. Kurt Williams." Kurt smiled charmingly and even tried to offer his hand for a shake, but took it back when Fate just looked at it blankly seemingly unaffected by his charms and didn't look like she had any intention of taking it.