Half Past Fate Novels & Stories

“Hazel refuses to confess even when threatened with death. For your safety, I really had no other choice…” Thick anger quickly replaced the pain in Sam’s eyes, and his voice turned cold. “Hazel, I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me who that man is! “I’ll pretend this never happened, and you’ll still be my wife. “When I inherit the family, you’ll be my donna!” I slowly raised my head, not daring to let my tears fall. There were clearly only two days left before I could live a completely different life. Why was it that in two lifetimes, I still fell into Isla’s hands, unable to escape her malicious framing?

Chapter 8- MINE MALRIK POV The full moon was the bane of my existence. The source of my misery and all the hell it came with it. But this one felt different. This one felt sharper. I knew I had to get to the cellar before the moon reached its peak. Otherwise shit was going to hit the fan really quickly. So I did just that. I skated through the dark walls of my castle as I left the main rooms, climbing down the stone stairs that led to a dingy cellar underneath the foundation of the castle.

I explained to her, she listened with glistening eyes. “I'm already excited to see him… em her… em…” I chuckled. “Just call him Dr. Fate.” She nodded. “There's one more thing you should know. If Fate is a woman, it means he is happy. If he is a man, he is angry. If he is a young, handsome man, it means he is very, very angry.” “That doesn't make any —” she was still talking when I opened the door into the sitting room. Immediately we stepped in, a glass cup flew right at us. I rushed Catalina, spurning around and covering her with my wings. The glass shattered on my back.

…I guess he's laughing at both of our names. "…Very well. How many so-called 'identities' do you have?" "Instead of identities… they are more like my halves." "Halves? Of you? This means... a total of three identities?" "If you put it that way. Also, I share their memories." "Tell me about them." "My first half, you could call him Lucifer Nightwalker and obviously, he's ten. He's a coward without a sense of pride nor ego. He gets depressed easily whenever he was getting yelled at, and he would always be ordered around like a slave, even if it's an unfair arrangement."

is precisely what happened to me. I was just a simple eighteen year old girl who has a loving parent, A typical rich brat who gets everything she desires. I had countless of dreams I wanted to achieve someday. But alas, you just can't be happy without something messing it up and that something is called 'Fate'. Everything I had slipped from my grasp without leaving a single trace of it is being there. My parents kicked me out, I have no roof over my head, no food to eat, not a single penny in my pocket, nowhere to go. All because of one mistake I didn't even do.

he said. "Do you think Marjien Zūng will fight against us?" Theo asked. Vivien frowned. She never heard about Marjien ever since she disappeared. "If so, then I will be fighting her myself," she growled. Celine went to their group, a grim expression on her face. "These are all men born with Demetrius blood. They are half-Illinora, half-Demetri." They all looked at each other. "First, the Black Shaols. Next, half-Demetri. There should be witches. Why are they still not arriving?" Zabdiel said bitterly.

"I am sure that your man, the one you are fated to be with will be willing to wait until you are ready to start dating" "Yeah, if fate does exist"

AVERY Fate's a bitch. Now just see what situation I'm in. My one hand is carrying an engagement ring while the other hand is holding open the door of a room. The very room my fiance is buried deep in someone else. Just when I thought my life would get better, just a little, by marrying him. But who was I fooling? I'm stuck with this life forever. Fate... Fate is a fickle thing. It changes sides when you least expect it.

Not Gram, Please. He bowed to Fate, held out his hand to me. Mind whirling in a tornado of fear and doubt, I took it. "Be well, my love," Fate said. It took me a moment to realize she wasn't talking to me. But only after I registered the shining tears tracking down Max's cheeks. I just wished I had the presence of mind to comfort him. Kind of hard to do when I was busy being terrified for the people I loved. ***

Lisa stomped around her room in a grump. She’d spent half the night tossing and turning, trying to get her head around everything they’d said and everything they’d not said too. A part of her still didn’t believe she was Fate even though deep down she somehow knew it was true. But then a part of her didn’t care that it was true because it didn’t make any difference in terms of how she felt; she was still stuck in this place, still a prisoner or as good as. And what did this war matter to her anyway? Even if she was Fate why should she help them? Prince phillip had already said he didn’t trust her so why should she put her life on the line for them?