Rewriting My Fate Novels & Stories

My heart felt so heartbroken at the fact that I had slept with someone else… like, like I'd cheated on Cindy or something, but my brain reasoned that perhaps it was all better this way… that it was time to move on, maybe start a new life. I gently got up from the bed so as to not wake Rosaline, and then thudded to the bathroom for a shower. Welcome to my new life.

Cassian’s POV I don’t know what the hell’s gotten into me. I should’ve had my eyes locked on Alessia. On the woman I’d claimed to love, on the future I said I wanted. But no matter how hard I tried, my gaze kept drifting. To her. To Isadora. Yes, I’d been reborn. Given a second chance. And in my first life, I’d married Isadora—not out of love, but obligation. A one-night stand that spiraled into a lifetime I never asked for. She got pregnant. I married her. I resented every second of it.

Being reborn wasn’t to defy fate, but to let me experience once more, clearly and deeply, what it meant to have ten thousand arrows pierce the heart and be torn apart piece by piece. This time, there probably wouldn’t be another rebirth…

I have it all figured out and I will no longer be a puppet to fate. 'What do you plan to do now?' Joanne's voice was back to normal as the wounds on my feet were finally healed. "Henceforth, I will not dance to the tunes of fate. From here on, I will write my own destiny."

Finn added. “That’s his way,” I whispered. Finn sat beside me. “Still hurts.” “Yeah.” We watched sunlight crawl slowly across the stone floor. “You think he’ll be okay?” Finn asked. I closed my eyes. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “He’s strong… but strength isn’t the same as peace.” Finn bumped my shoulder. “You rewrote fate once. You’ll see him again.” I gave a small smile. “Fate listens. People don’t always.”

We all nod in silent agreement. Looking around the delivery room, I see all of us sharing an emotion that most of us have forgotten about since the Fated Plague took so many of our loved ones and changed all of our lives in such horrific ways. Hope. THE END Now you are probably wondering, "When is the next book?!" Book 3: Choosing Fate (Saph's Story)- Coming Winter of 2023 Consider engaging with me in places such as the Book of Faces and/or The Gram of Instant Gratification ;)

My fingers trembled on the edge of reality as a thousand memories surged into my mind…hospital, betrayal, blood, the staircase, his hands, my death. I was back. Two years before. Back to the very day I said yes. He waited with his eyes bright with anticipation, the same eyes that once watched me fall. I swallowed the bile in my throat. My heart hammered in my chest but not from love, but from clarity. This wasn’t fate. This was my rebirth. And I would rewrite the ending. "Yes." I said as I smiled. His face lit up as he leaned in to kiss me. I let him but behind my lashes, I didn’t see my future husband…I saw a man already dead.

Unpredictably. The threads snapped and reconnected. Flickered and surged. The figures shattered Breaking apart into light. The space trembled. Cracking. Shifting. Changing. “What is happening?” the system demanded. I took a step forward. Not afraid anymore. Not uncertain. “I’m rewriting you,” I said. The words echoed through everything. And this time They didn’t get rejected. They got… processed. And that was enough. Because the moment it tried to understand It opened itself. Just enough.

“She didn’t mean murder. She said Fate. Like some shit was already written. Already moving. And Kat—she’s part of it. Mirelda said to keep her close. She might be the knife, but she’s also the shield.” I stared at him. For once, Valentino didn’t have his usual smirk. Just something haunted behind his eyes. “Fuck fate,” I muttered. “We’re rewriting it.” I turned, stormed out before I could choke on whatever the hell that meant. My boots echoed through the hallway. I passed Kat in the kitchen, laughing with Malva and Lucas like she didn’t just shake the bones of the fucking universe. Past Lucas, who looked up like he knew I was about to break the world again.

She gripped it tight, her heart hammering. The Seer lowered her staff, awe etched across her face. “She didn’t unmake them… and she didn’t ascend.” “She rewrote them,” Eryx finished, his voice quiet but sharp with realization. The clearing lay in ruins, mist burning away into the night air. The pendant hung cold and cracked against Mia’s chest. Day Three had passed. And with it, the first fracture of fate had been rewritten. Mia’s body trembled as the violet fire coursed through her veins, threatening to tear her apart from the inside. The pendant burned hotter, pulling her forward, demanding a choice.