Rewriting My Fate Novels & Stories

He bring me to his house, gave me the care I craved and the family I wished for and not to forget the love I never imagined. I don't think I can call it anything else other than our fate. He is my Fate! My Fated Love! **************************** The END... Do leave your views... Thank you for reading...

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

"The more you try to fight fate, the more it comes back to bite you in the back." "I disagree with that," I said sharply. The words came out more forcefully than I'd intended, but I didn't care. "I was murdered in my first life in cold blood. This second chance I have had... I have changed things. I have defied fate." Dayo shook her head again. "Fate is like energy. It cannot be created nor can it be destroyed. The wheel turns, but the wind, situation, and road will determine which direction and the speed at which it turns. You cannot defy fate. You can only pass it to another or push it forward."

And some still doubting. But for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t walking away in disgrace. I didn’t know where the Alpha was taking me. I didn’t know what he was going to say. But something had changed. And somehow, I knew—my fate had just been rewritten. ---

she thought. She lowered my head, not letting anyone notice those painful tears. "Cong Rong, you're a great writer, and that's why we gave you one more chance. But I think the fantasy genre is not for you." Her entire world seemed to shatter in those words. Fantasy was her life, but she had to accept her fate. She took a deep breath, letting all her anxiety out. Suddenly, a smile formed on her lips when she recalled her dad's words he once said to her.

He merely replied coldly, "I only see you as a younger sister." I gave up on him completely after that. I simply picked someone from my list of suitors and married him. Knowing that it was important to stay loyal to one's marriage partner, I never sought out Hayden again. However, just as I discovered that I was pregnant, Hayden came back into my life. He pinned me against a wall, reeking of alcohol, and confessed with bloodshot eyes that it had all been an act.

Why the fuck hadn't she said anything about the inability to send minlinks while in the castle? Well, it seemed, no one was going to come to save me. It was either, I save myself, or I die there, in the hands of a royal werewolf stranger, and my story would end, just like that, before it even began. I was not about to let that happen. I was tired of allowing fate to have its way with me. First my father, my mother, and it kept sending misfortunes after misfortunes my way, generously. No.

I would rewrite fate with my own hands if that’s what it took to keep her breathing. Even if I had to trade my own life to do it.

“Yes. It means we’ve either died and landed in some emotionally manipulative hell… or you’re about to make the dumbest decision in the history of your dumb decisions.” I smirked despite myself. “You exaggerate Ragnar my dear.” “I do not. You’re about to rewrite fate with your bare hands and probably get both of us killed in the process. That’s not an exaggeration. That’s SUICIDE WITH EXTRA STEPS and I am not ready to follow you to such dumb grave .” I walked to the foot of the bed and watched her sleep. Her lips parted slightly. Her brow relaxed. “Maybe I can fix it this time,” I said. “Maybe I don’t deserve to. But maybe this is the Moon Goddess giving me a shot. A real one.”

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.