The Red Strings Of Fate Novels & Stories

Then, suddenly, he leans closer to her aghast face, whispering to her left ear, "if I can't take you back… Then, I have to claim you now. Whether you like it or not." Jaymianne felt a shiver down her spine as his breath crossed to her ear. She shook her head and pushed her away but he's too strong for her. And all of a sudden, Jaymianne yelped when he shoved her body down her bed with a smirk on his lips whilst his eyes gaze at her. "If I can't have you… then no one can." He uttered. After he accomplished using her weary body, her eyes slowly shut close yet she heard the last word coming from him before her eyes completely shut and fell asleep.

Vivian had been so consumed by jealousy that her eyes turned red as she stood among those seeing me off, muttering to herself over and over again, "I should've been the Boss's wife. If only I had met the heir first." Now that she had been given a second life, she could not wait to seize what she believed was her rightful happiness. What she did not know was that meeting Luca was not the beginning of happiness at all. It was the start of an even more terrifying nightmare.

I respond, doubtfully. “Kiara Brooks is recorded as a magic that is all at once completely unique and not at all. She is the representative of one of the three sisters of fate. Her record doesn’t state which sister.” “Sisters of fate?” I question. “Yeah, I think the most commonly known version is that in Greek myths, maiden, mother, crone, ones who make, measure and cut the strings that represent a person’s life. Those sisters.” He explains. Huhs, that doesn’t sound exactly like my magic, but strings of fate are a definite connection. Could I be one of these representatives?

Cranes soared above Ghostspire Citadel. Almost everyone witnessed this scene. That man, noble and unattainable, was gentle to the extreme before her. Amelia looked at him, and suddenly reached out to grasp Carl's wrist, feeling the faint pulse beneath his skin—though he was a ghost, his pulse beat so passionately, so vividly. She was indeed afraid—afraid she might not make it out of the formation. But when her fingertips brushed the red string on Carl's wrist—the one she had woven herself with karma—and saw it intertwined with the red string on her own wrist, inseparable and unbreakable.

"Mr. Ballard, I… I mean, it… it's the Fate Sect that's trying to harm you. This wasn't my intention! Please let me go, I really don't want to die…" The Fate Sect? Sebastian raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the dark slopes opposite them. The summit of the mountain was now glowing with an eerie red light, though it had been pitch-black originally. Jarvis was sitting in front of an altar. He grabbed handfuls of yellow charms and cinnabarite, tossing them into a basin of fire. As the flames roared to life, an icy red light flashed in the hotel restaurant. The evil wind that could slice through things so easily became even more aggressive as the flames grew brighter.

I touched the red string and wonder how come I am wearing a bracelet made from red string. In my mind I see a little girl listening to a story from an older woman, ‘Legend has it, there is an invisible red string that connects us to our soul mate. Regardless the time and distance the red string will remain unbreakable,’ she added. ‘And one day the red string will connect the two persons separated by time and circumstances.’ the old lady said to her little granddaughter. ‘Is there an invisible red string on my hand, Obaasan?’ ‘When time is right, there will be,’ the old woman answered. ‘You will know it.

The four stings had a power and a mind of their own because they never touched and each would move out of the way of the other if they drifted in the same or different directions that would cause them to collide. Finally, there was a fourth string. It was as if this came from outside me because I felt a power being pulled out of me. This one was fire itself. I could tell because it was brighter than the rest and it was reddish-orange-ish and it seemed as if it could burn one if one dared touch it. I gasped in shock as I looked at the way the strings coloured the whole room as if there was a disco light lighting the place. “What do you see?" Aunt Kula asked and this time, I remembered that I

Just as I was about to walk past Hayes, he grabbed my hand making my grip on the blanket loosen. "We are not done talking Red," he said coldly. His cold tone and hands sent a shiver down my spine. Red. That's what they always called me due to my red hair. Why did it sound different today? He pushed me towards the wall and wrapped his hand around my throat, not enough to choke me but just enough to pass his message across. "All these years and you still haven't learned to walk out on us when we are talking," Noah said, his lips curved in a little smile. Unless I could tell he wasn't amused. It was a warning.

The man was a walking contradiction. “Actually,” I said, looking at the silver-haired stranger, a new defiance hardening my voice. "No, I'm not." I held out my hand, a clear invitation. He started to reach for me, a polite gesture. But then my world spun. One second, my feet were on solid ground. Next, I was airborne. Not floating. More like… snatched. My head swam for a second as the ground disappeared. I found myself slung over a shoulder, the familiar scent of Ace’s stupidly musky but sweet scent suddenly suffocating. If he weren’t my fated mate, his scent probably would’ve been drenched in the smell of whiskey. Damn it was strong.

The hands meant to protect, to hold but now it’s empty. “I would've dropped everything,” he said. His voice was steel wrapped in sorrow. “I would've burned down this entire f*cking forest if it meant one more second with you.” His jaw tightened. “I’m not letting you disappear again,” he vowed. “Next time, I won’t let you run.” *** The great hall of the Crimson Keep was dark and quiet. Tall stone pillars, covered in ivy, stood like silent guards. Candlelight danced across the red-stained windows, glowing softly as thunder rumbled outside.