The Irony Of Fate 2 Novels & Stories

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

Trust was completely erased from my dictionary. Hate is the only emotion I feel now. Why? Why? I loved him. My first love, my mate. I had no idea what my fate had for me as up until now nothing good has happened. Will I die now that my mate has rejected me? All type questions bombarded me like arrows thrusting my heart. I have reached. The border line of my pack. I was left with no choice but to do this. I don’t know the consequences but I had to do this.

welsh went to the sitting room, patiently waiting for her husband to return home. It was very late, Jonz and Mr.welsh still anxiously waiting at Jude's place, hoping Jude would appear. 3 hours later, jude wearing his favorite hoodie, walked to his place. He noticed something was wrong, he turned his head around the vicinity,seeing nothing. Jude the walked to his door, as he was opening his door, he noticed that his door was unlocked, jonz was terrified, asking himself if he was the one that left his door open, he checked his lock, and realized that it was broken, then he realized that someone has entered his house "why would someone broke into my house, what for" Jude ask himself.

I hope nothing happens while I'm gone. To be continued

Is this a coincidence or somekind of twisted fate! There's no such thing as Fate where am from...

he fumes as his eyes narrow at me. “So this is all about getting even with my parents? You’re forcing me to be your mate in hopes that it fills whatever void you’ve been living with all these years? You’re pathetic!” I yell at him, flailing my arms as I speak. “Oh, this is about so much more than revenge, my dear. That second prophecy your mother saw was about her daughters. She was happy to die and fall victim to the plague, knowing that you five would be the key to undoing it. But I trusted your parents to do the right thing once. I won’t make that mistake again, and the world is so much better without fated mates. So, come the full moon in three days, you will mark me, and take me as your

I think mine contains of nothing but irony while fate is laughing as it watch me crawling to my demise. I have thought of giving you a chance, to see if I will feel something different if I see how you prove yourself to me. But I didn’t. Your changes never changed my feelings. You’re hard-work of proving yourself didn’t moved my heart. All I have with me is revenge, pain, and despise of having you as my mate.

Fate has a funny way of playing with people. He has a funny way of making people believe that they have finally found the one that they are fated to be with only to have their hearts broken. And once you have thought that you have already moved on, fate will once again come and make you feel the same thing you felt in the past, before you got your heart crashed.

Suddenly the air felt thick with electricity. I skidded to a halt a few yards away from where he landed. He was shining like a beacon, his whole body bathed in the most beautiful white light. Impossible! Fated Mates are a myth! I mentally screamed, but my feet moved me toward him of their own volition. There was no denying that none of the others seemed to sense the electricity that was thick between us or the light emitting from him. I couldn't stop my feet from moving me closer either even as my brain screamed that only Lycan really had destined mates, fated mates were a Fae story told to little girls. My hand reached up as if to touch him, but before it actually could I felt a pain in the

I wish he would never return or I would end up hearing that he got into an accident and died on the spot. I remember when I would sit served by the windowsill almost every night talking to the moon goddess about the possible way she would make him die, never to return but every time I seemed to say that prayer he came back home even looking healthy and fresh. I grew tired because I wished all these things to him yet nothing was happening. The moon goddess was by his side and he was growing stronger, becoming more powerful he was intoxicated by power. It was obvious, I saw it in his eyes. I just don't know when this started or if it has something to do with the organization he had joined. All