Tempting Fate Cast Novels & Stories

“Do it, that's all I've always wanted nothing more, I want you to kill me with your hands so do it, and don't waste any more time because if you don't. I swear to you that I will screw your brother” His eyes dimmed and his mouth twisted, I knew that he was very angry. Loosening his grip around me, he lifted his hand to land a slap on my cheek but on a second thought, he held himself back. That was not him, he was always temperamental and didn't hesitate to hit me. I wasn't a fool, and I wasn't scared at all since I already knew that the witches had revealed to me that the man who captured my heart would either be my doom or my Savior. I wanted him to be my doom, I wanted to fall out of love

He would never have experienced this moment with her. “A guy too needs to do his stuff. How else can he bowl his bride over?” he said with a chuckle. “Okay, you can now open your eyes, baby.” Amelia slowly opened her eyes and gasped when she saw the man of her dreams. In a black, classic tuxedo, he really looked like her prince Charming, straight from the pages of a fairy tale. “Have you fallen for me more now or when you first met me?” he asked with a smirk.

Not the usual easygoing charm, not the soft features, yet an illegally handsome face. Dangerous. Like something lethal had put on an expensive suit and decided to walk among humans. My mouth tried up instantly. I tried to peel my eyes off of him, but he could mine before I could even try. Heat travelled the length of my body and swallowed me whole. Lo and behold, the subject of my sleepless nights and an avalanche of unruly thoughts. Azrael fucking Zephyros

Ash interrupted, his voice low and threatening, "then she will still be our mate. Our mate. The tie is already bound. Your laws hold no power over the desire of the Fates." "The will of the Fates?" Elder Garrick Stonehelm, stoic and taciturn friend of Theon, finally spoke, his voice dry and superior. "The Fates have remained silent for centuries. It is the Council that brings order. It is the Council that holds this pack safe from chaos."

Marcus Vance’s name was right there at the top of the "Most Influential" nominees. And if Marcus is here, his wife is here. Annabel clings to my arm like a wrap-around candy, her manicured nails digging into the expensive wool of my sleeve. She’s a model I’ve hooked up with a few times. And casual, no strings, and mostly silent when I need her to be. I needed a warm body for the red carpet to keep the persistent socialites away, and she was available when I called. "Jaxon, you’re being so cold tonight," she pouts, her voice a shrill contrast to the smooth jazz playing in the lobby. She tries to lean her head on my shoulder, but I shift my weight, subtly pushing her off.

They were spoilt, rich and such rakish behaviour could only be attributed to them. Even though, the three figures in the dark were masked, I could definitely tell they were the ones. They looked like gods. Powerful and untouchable. There was a girl with them but it definitely didn’t look like Allison. The three sat on a sofa taking a sip from a bottle of whiskey and passing it to the other. “Come here,” Hayes who was sitting in the middle beckoned to the girl in an authoritative tone. She stood up and sashayed towards them. There was barely anything covering her body.

Ignoring Tyler's taunts, she takes my arm and leads me away from the conversation, her touch a grounding force in the midst of the storm. As the evening progresses, the party comes to a close, and the project is officially launched with great success. I can sense the shift in the room, the businessmen recognizing the power and influence that I hold. Those who had previously declined my offers now stand in regret, witnessing the potential they had overlooked.

The day of the first act has arrived. Alexander planned this day to be smooth. And this morning he hired a stylist for me. His name was Evan. He has a very slender figure and pink, smooth long hair. He has a unique sense of style. And I was relieved that the stylist he hired was nice. The stylist asked me what I want, and I told him that I want a simple and comfortable to wear. Not too fancy. And I also told him that I do not want anything on my hair. I want it loose. Just my normal hair. And he understood it quickly. Evan and his glam team helped me from my dress to my hair. Finally, we settled to a mini black dress. It looks elegant and comfortable to wear. I also remembered that Evan gasp

“It was supposed to be smooth and romantic and very impressive.” A dramatic sigh escaped him. “But then you looked at me like that and now I forgot half of it.” His gaze softened again, sincerity replacing the teasing. “I just wanted tonight to be about us.” “No misunderstandings. No past. No Liam.” His fingers reached across the table for hers. “Just my wife… and me trying to make her smile.” Then his lips curved slightly again. “Although I should warn you...” He pointed toward the covered dishes proudly. “If the food tastes terrible, we pretend this date was about emotional value.”

Everything feels as it should, rich with the months of planning and the love story that led us here. As the night winds down, I sit on the terrace again, Ace at my side, fingers laced together, and the castle behind us glowing softly in the moonlight. I let myself breathe fully, taking in the sound of the distant music, the laughter of friends, and the comfort of the man who has chosen me for eternity. Before we head to the airport, I change into a simple sundress, and Ace puts on a more comfortable suit. When the last song fades, and the jazz band starts packing up, guests drift toward the exits. We receive more hugs and congratulations in the hall. I grab Raya’s hand, squeezing it tight. “