Intertwined Fate Novels & Stories

"We end it tomorrow. One way or another." William pulled her closer. "I love you. Whatever happens tomorrow, I need you to know that. You've been the best thing in my life. The only thing that made all of this bearable." "I love you too." Lucy kissed him softly. "And we're going to survive this. We're going to raise our baby together. We're going to be happy." "Promise?" "I promise." But even as she said it, Lucy felt doubt creeping in. Because tomorrow was coming fast. And with it, the final confrontation with a woman who'd spent thirty years planning revenge.

she winced as a sharp pain shot through her scalp “Miss Khanna, Who else is a part of my life is not important, what’s important is that you are entangled with me just like this,” he bought his entangled fingers before her face “No matter how hard you try, you will be unable to get rid of me, our fates are already entwined like this and you can’t do much about it,” His gaze fell to the silver lock pendant that hung around her neck, then back up to her eyes, a strange emotion stirred in his eyes

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

It was just one of those voices that came with a melody and that one could listen to all day. Greyson’s arms tightened around me as they spoke and I shifted further into him. “Greyson, Freya, you both have such a unique fate. You’ve been through a lot individually and apart but that’s the thing, you’re not meant to be apart no matter what. Your fates have been intertwined with each other from the start and each time that you spend apart, there is nothing but pain for you both.

Sanvika changed angles and took him in through her lips. They stumbled back into the restaurant… Entangled hands and legs…. Just frantically kissing. Vivaan grabbed her lifted her up and pressed her to the wall. Sanvika closed her legs around him. She kissed him with passion. Vivaan kissed down to her neck and down to her cleavage. Sanvika’s fingers entangled in his hair as her head fell back in pleasure. She bit onto her lips.

The Fate dropped his eyes to his lap, unable to look at King. Not knowing what he was agreeing to, and guessing they wouldn't explain it anyway, King nodded. "Well, if it's up to me, I always chose Tricksy. That's no secret." "So be it." Intarsia's power slipped deep into King's aura and slinked around his soul. "Let it be sworn by us three. The risk is outweighed by your sincere desire to save your Innehavre. I, Intarsia of the Tangle, set my condition. When the last thread snaps, your fate is forever linked with Jinx of Skirmish. Your time is up when he draws his last mortal breath."

Chapter 7: The Invisible Threads The ethereal realm of fate seemed to tighten its grip, weaving an intricate web that drew Adrian and Seraphina inexorably closer with each passing moment. Despite their best efforts to maintain a distance, the mysterious pull between them intensified, its invisible threads weaving a tapestry of destiny that neither could fully comprehend nor resist.

The thought of her filled him up through the night and he wanted to get it sorted out. Eric had established different companies in Arkansas and was also a board member in many different companies. His new project was going to be the talk of the town as he had dreamt it would be, two twin 20-storey buildings linked together by a small bridge with all social amenities inside. Fascinating, he thought to himself as he carefully shaved his beard in the shower. "I need to look good today," he thought out loud, " I must make a good first impression, who knows today will be a winning day for me with Sandra". He hurriedly showered and made himself a cup of coffee.

Everything still looked hopelessly mixed together. Then something caught my attention—a strange, ugly thread appeared among the others. It was dark and messy, tangled into violet, deadly knots. It didn’t feel like it belonged in this world at all. It looked forced, as if someone had tried—and failed—to mimic the true pattern of the goddess of fate, twisting it into something evil, sinful, and corrupt. And it was wrapped around the witch’s pale wrist. There it is. I finally found it. I snapped my eyes open, holding onto that strange pull of fate with everything I had. I couldn’t afford to lose it now. All I needed was the right moment—just one opening—to take hold of the witch’s thread and se