Novel & Cerita The Fated Series

I can't blame them, I guess. But, I am a changed man. I know people say that a lot, but I really do see the error of my ways. I have had countless therapy sessions by now. And I am deeply ashamed of my past. Perhaps this is also the reason the moon goddess hasn't blessed me with a fated mate yet, if I will ever meet her at all. Ashton has taken a chosen one, but he slanders her name daily by continuing to cheat on her. Jeremy seemed to have turned the page after he found his fated mate, and he got his sh*t together. Melissa... Don't get me started on that train wreck. We weren't exactly friends anymore ever since she tried to attack Lola when we ran into her with her brother at the mall, but

"You will answer my questions truthfully and without hesitation." She opened her mouth to curse me, but all that came out was "Yes Master." "When the Creator ordained the Fates, how many were there?" She tried to keep her mouth closed, but the order I'd given her forced the air from her mouth. "Two, there were two Fates. Present and Future. There was no need for a past because it was set and unchangeable." Both Nimue and Gwendolyn gasped. Greg nodded. "Then where did you come from? If the Creator didn't ordain a Fate of the Past, who are you?"

“Perform the damn ritual! Kill her!” Haizea shook her head and looked at me. “She is no longer needed.” Jarith stepped closer, his eyes flickering between me and the witch. “What is that supposed to mean?!” The witch handed him the sword. “To complete the ritual, you need to kill your fated mate.” Jarith's eyes flared. “And how am I supposed to know…” He trailed off and pressed his hand to his chest. Then his eyes turned to Enora. Pushing through the pain, I lifted my head. And then I saw it—the thread between them. It glowed, but it seemed corrupted with dark streaks, as if it reflected the filthiness of Jarith's nature.

"They hate each other. They’d never coordinate on a hit that messy." "Precisely. It’s a setup. A brilliant one. And the rumor is, the warrants are being signed as we speak. They’re going to move tonight. At the gala. In front of the cameras, the champagne, and the high society of this country." I sat down heavily on the velvet ottoman. The "Fated Dynasties" gala. It wasn't a celebration. It was a trap. "If the cops move on them tonight..." "Then the empires fall together," Dante finished. "And whoever held the camera, whoever fed the police, gets to inherit the ruins. They get the contracts, the lanes, and the power, while we’re busy visiting our fathers in Pretoria Central."

“What's the best way to end this?!” “We don't have a leader! The Alpha has failed us, our ancestors would be ashamed.” I heard one elder say. “No leader… that's it!” “We have to flee from this cursed pack before it's too late!!” I heard an elder say to another. I snapped my fingers and grabbed the parchment. “Faye, where are you going?” Father called behind me. “To save us!” It seems like a stretch but it was the only way to guarantee our survival. I am going to kill Alpha Asher myself.

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...

“I’ll tell you, but it will not be now, now to your next lives as you will meet him and you will know for, he holds the uncanny resemblance of the two people that dears to you the most.” “So, it was you.” Come in face to face towards the person that is fated to her, yet is asking the very opposite of that intended reason. The fate that was sealed from the very beginning, the destiny that is written beyond the very beginning, and the inevitable chance that started with both the blessing and the curse. She now comes face to face with the person that draws with the blood and marks of both of them. Farah in her new identity and vessel crosses the path and finally towards him.

Malcolm POV I looked to my phone and grinned wide leaning back into my chair. It was a fantastic ending to my miserable week. I had to kill three of my informants because they didn't want to put their Luna's at risk. I scoffed. Idiots. Didn't they realize that if we had those two, then we could come out of these pathetic shadows and be rulers of the weak humans who had hunted and still hunt us. My Goddess. Lucky for me my informent in the Forrest Lake turned out to be quite useful. He sent me the DNA results of the paternity test of their Luna's babies. I smiled when I saw that. I always suspected that the Strongs would be involved. I first thought that it was the grandkids of Alpha Strong b

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

“I understand. Tell me what you’ve found out.” “Theodore and I are fated mates, just as Grandma Susan had long predicted.” I can see my words have hurt him. “So what does it mean for us?” “I love you. I can never be with Theodore again, even if we are fated. He is evil and cruel. You’re lovely and kind and loving and loyal. This is why I realised I love you. I love only you, Thomas.” “I’m happy to hear that. But fated means that you are meant to be with Theodore, the Moon Goddess has destined that.”