The Red Thread Of Fate Novels & Stories

Closer to see the nameplate of the device: [Time Machine – Researching] Lina gave a wicked smile, but her parents' words made her pause for a moment: “ The time machine is being researched...” However, when she looked at the past life monitor, her parents' warning words immediately disappeared, replaced by: "If you want to cut off the predestined fate in this life, you must cut the predestined relationship from the previous life."

Second Deity said “What rope?” Vesta asked The first deity stretched out her hand and the three appeared,Kingston,Alice and Moon The red rope joined Kingston and Alice together but the middle was held unto by Moon “The red rope is called fate,,you can see the human and your son have been joined together by the goddess,,,even though the human won’t last but they are mates” First deity said “I still believe my son will not try breaking the mates bond” Vesta said stubbornly The deities exchanged glances

Or… destroy it entirely. One strand caught her gaze. It was red, but not the red of blood or fire—it was older, the red of essence, the original dye of spirit. Another thread next to it pulsed with violet light, coiling around itself like a memory in denial. They were connected. But not tightly. There was room—room for her to choose.

I thought I was only reading a novel until I woke up inside it. I wake trapped in the body of Seraphina Vale, a noblewoman whose future I know. In the original story, I am destined to die by the order of Crown Prince Adrian Blackthorne, the man I am supposed to marry. Knowing what awaits me, I decide to change everything. I avoid the events that led to Seraphina’s downfall, determined to survive and find a way back to my own world. But everything changes when Adrian arrives earlier than he should and accuses me of trying to kill him. In his hand is a silver dagger engraved with my name. I know that dagger never existed in the story, and I realize someone is changing the plot. As

He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him. "Here is your money." Abu threw a bag of cash at me. How inhuman is he? Despite everything he did, he feels like it’s okay, he has no shame and he thinks his filthy money is going to cover up for what he did. But thinking about it makes me feel like I’m the murderer, if I didn’t sign that contract, Khalil will be fine. He will be okay, nothing would have happened to me. "Afraah, please leave. It’s getting very late." Abu said

It was nobody’s business. “What is confusing is that nobody has experienced the pull of the fated mate bond in over 20 years, since the onset of the Fated Plague. There have been no documented mate bonds other than chosen bonds.” Dr. Richard said, pulling me from my thoughts. “Daya… we need you to be honest. Do you have a fated mate?” He asked plainly. Can I lie? Clearly, my fated mate is around this pack and doesn’t care about me. He never tried to find me and now he is having sex with other women to torture me.

The hollowed sensations she suspects the object emits numbed her fingertips as she carried it. "A scissor?! What the heck? Are you kidding!?" She almost burst out laughing. His expression remained stoic. Care was shortly taken aback. The atmosphere quickly felt heavy yet she refused to be swayed. "Let's proceed to universe top secrets lesson 101, sweetheart. Every blessed pair is connected with the red string of fate that pulls them towards each other. In mortal terms, one calls this string of coincidences destiny. Now, what to do to tear them apart?"

Oh had she known the feelings of those beggars she saw on the untidy market roads homeless and hungry, She would have shown more love and care. She wasn't so lucky then as fate had other intentions, Sophia heard a loud bang and some treacherous sound like a sack of bones hitting the tarred road. Unable to figure out where the sound was from, Sophia twisted her neck to her left but felt an excruciating pang of pain run down her spine. And that was when she saw the red liquid... Her blood, the smell of gasoline and tire, her thoughts became hazy and darkness took precedence.

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.