Intertwined Fate Novels & Stories

~ Deception can only (exist) last for so long ~ Tied by Fate Destined to fall many eons ago Only to repeat once more, leaving an uneasy land and it's shadow to wallow in despair. One born from a thief One who's lineage was stolen from birth Conflicted souls that would always cross the other's path Star-Crossed Souls whose paths were now twisted through deceitful hands Only one thing can declare the outcome One cannot survive without the other Only when the thief falls shall peace reign once more

Iris whispered. The twin inclined her head. “You didn’t come sooner. But I forgive you. He helped me understand.” She raised her hand. Black flame danced. Valeborne’s mark. “I am no longer alone.” Scene 4: Two Fates, One Body “You don’t have to do this,” Iris pleaded. “We can find another way.” “There is no other way,” Elara spat. “You were given the world. I was given chains.” Aiden stepped between them. “We’ve faced worse. We can help—”

A slender figure enters his room and walks towards him. "Ann" The Prince looks at the woman. Ann Meyer is his betrothed and the future queen of Wales. Their marriage was arranged by the Prince's father, the current king and by the maiden’s father, Baron Mayer as they were good friends. The two were also considered as childhood sweethearts as the both of them were attracted to each other since they were kids. Prince Alex were Ann's knight and shining armor and Ann's was the First Prince's precious treasure. Her smile faded as she noticed that the Prince has a bored look on his face as if waiting for someone but someone wasn’t her. Noticing it, the first Prince quickly gives Ann a smile.

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back. It is rare and some otherworldly fiasco when the lord decides to intervene. Therefore, it must be a really special occasion to steal Big Boss’s attention. It’s uncommon when the lord compromises with the threads of fate to even the odd and fulfill the wishes of his children. Usually, a man earns his worth through hard work and with the help of luck, but sometimes there’s a power that brings what we can never touch. The fate of the two souls that departed the world a few centuries ago after suffering an immense heartache was never supposed to intervene again. The weavers of life were aware

In their stark confinement, they were linked by a common anguish, a desperate yearning for acceptance and a reprieve from the cruel hands dealt by fate. As they locked eyes through the cold bars, they didn't realize that fate had tied their destinies together for a purpose beyond their understanding. Mysterious forces had brought them together, weaving their lives into a complex web of destiny. Bathed in the moon's glow, their intertwined fate grew, ready to unleash a power that would shake the world they thought they knew.

It was as if our fates were inexorably intertwined, destined to unravel the secrets of our shared past and forge a new path forward. But the twist didn't stop there. As I unearthed more about Gabriel's family and their connection to mine, I discovered that our destinies were entwined in a way I could never have anticipated. Our love, born out of scandal and betrayal, held the key to a greater purpose—one that would bring about a reckoning, a final showdown that would test the very limits of our strength and resolve.

"We walked by a spot where two systems intersected—the new path and an old trail." He rocked back in his chair. "Which one lost?" "Neither," she said. "They intertwined." She wrote slowly, the nib of the pen scratching just a little on paper: Clause Thirty-Seven: Where systems intersect, what happens is not displacement. It is intertwining. Caelan observed her, something level in his face. "That's going to be one of the ones we quote a lot." She lifted her eyes. "Only if we mean it." --- 8:41 PM — Neighborhood Rooftop, Near Central Canal

The threads of her heart trembled with the weight of knowing that her path had intertwined so seamlessly with Welbeck's, despite the constraints that had sought to keep them apart. The tendrils of possibility coiled around them, casting a shimmering light on untold promises and unspoken desires. Welbeck dared to dream, setting forth an audacious vision of a future shaped by the tapestry of their intertwined lives. He sought to convey the depth of his love, weaving a narrative that defied the constraints of circumstance and dared to dream of a future entwined with her own.

The only way he thought he could do it is by blowing off his candle. The first attack came with the construction of the much needed road network. Keene screwed his former friend out of this deal and a little bird gave him the heads up. It was a heated exchange of verbal flames in Keene's office that evening, dark secrets would come to light and a friendship that had lasted for close to a decade died that evening when the enemy lines were drawn and vows made. "You don't look good my friend what's up?" He asked getting him a beer.