Love That Burns Against Fate Novels & Stories

"I can't explain this Jade. I'm sorry Jade." Bruno ran to the scene after sighting the dark huge flame rising from there into the clouds. He saw a match with Alicia and saw the burns on the unconscious Jade, who was carried away by the guards. He looked at Alicia in shock. The truth was in front of him but he tried hard not to believe it. "How could you Alicia?! How could you burn our favorite place and also inflict injuries on Jade?! How could you!? " Bruno asked in anger amidst tears flowing from his eyes

“You’ve come too far. You shall leave, or befall the same fate as those before you.” As I tried to say anything, the words got trapped in my throat. My chest felt crushed by false hands forcing air out my lungs. The woman moved in closer, and her eyes were like embers. “You can’t change what is in the books. The curse shall take what it is owed.” The vision collapsed, and I gasped, leaning forward. “Avery!” Jameson caught me before I fell past him, hands steady on my arms. “I’m good,” I said, though my legs felt like jelly.

"You don't love me, Caleb. You love Brianna. I'm holding you responsible for our kid, and she's on the hook for the arson, too." Brianna collapsed back against the wall. I didn't even look her way. I turned and walked out. … Our house was burned to ashes, so I found a random hotel and checked in. I had barely closed my eyes when someone started banging on the door. I opened it to find Caleb standing there, looking drained. "Can we talk, Jeanette?" he asked. I looked at him and gave a small smile. "There's nothing to talk about except the divorce." No sooner had I said that than his eyes welled up again. He pushed his way into the room, his voice shaky with emotion. "I messed up, Jeanette. Ca

This wasn't even close to enough payback. He sat down again. But his thoughts drifted to three years back, the day of the fire. He had charged into the flames, pulled a trembling, tear-streaked girl from a blackened corner. Everyone she loved had died that day in the fire. From then on, he became the only light in her life. And she never knew it was him who brought on the darkness. His brow furrowed. It had always been him. Every single nightmare had been his doing. He couldn't take it anymore. Without another word, he threw open the car door and ran.

I let her walk away from me when I should’ve fought harder. But seeing her tonight, smiling at someone else, that rewired something in me. I know her. I know her better than anyone. Better than he ever will. He’s not built for her. Not really. Not when things get hard. Not when she burns. And Aria burns. She deserves someone who won’t flinch. Someone who knows that love isn’t neat, or easy, or safe. It’s messy. Inconvenient. It takes your spine and snaps it in two. It sets your soul on fire and dares you to walk through the flames for it.

Sylvia's fingers on smooth skin stimulated Liam's burning thirst for love. "No… no!" Liam ignored all of Sylvia's pleas, he reached out a rough hand to stroke Sylvia's wet bottom, provocatively in a low voice. "Your body can't lie! It's already this wet. You rent it, don't you? Let me satisfy you." Sylvia's face turned bright red. She didn't think her stupid body would betray her so blatantly. "I do not."

"Easy, sir! It wasn't us—your wife told us to clear them out. She lit the fire herself." Bruce's eyes went glassy. He just stood there, frozen. "She burned them?" His voice cracked. "Yeah. Said you weren't coming back, so why bother keeping them." He flashed back to that courtyard—roses everywhere. No wonder they looked familiar. He'd planted those for her. She'd chopped them down, handed them to Julie... then torched the rest. He let go, stumbling back like the wind got knocked out of him. "You okay?" the gardener asked. "Should we replant something?"

History repeating itself. Selene reached for Kael’s face, her touch tender despite the chaos around them. “Then let them burn. I will not lose you to their hate.” The air shimmered, and suddenly, Lila saw flashes — armies clashing beneath the blood moon, wolves tearing into wolves, screams swallowed by howls. The lovers stood in the midst of it, defying their kind, defying fate. “They tried to end it,” Selene said softly. “They believed love was weakness. But we believed it was power.”

The world needed a picture of stability, and we gave it one. A wife. A child. A perfect lie. Married life with her felt like a blur now, a contrast to the storm raging inside me. I bent over the table and inhaled sharply. The burn hit instantly, fierce and numbing all at once. I welcomed it. For a few seconds, the edges softened. The anger dulled. The word “father” stopped echoing in my head. I straightened slowly, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Pedro shifting on the couch.

Nothing will break the bond forged in fire, rivers, and the ledger. I glance back at the darkened street. The city hums, unaware of the storm beneath its surface. And I promise myself: no one—no judge, no Hart, no hidden hand—will take her from me again. Not while I still breathe. Not while we face it together. And from this moment, I know: the fight has only just begun. Because love isn’t passive. Love isn’t safe. Love is relentless. And I will be, too.