Torn By Fate Novels & Stories

Cassandra once there at her age, she keeps peeking from the closed door of fate wondering if she could turn over the misfortune . The teenage girl burst into tears. She heard her name called, she recognised the voice, suddenly the tears were too heavy for her eyes to hold. "Big sister… they … are bad people." All Cassandra could hear between her cries was a few words but she could fathom what she tried to tell her. Shiloh repeats the sentences, few more times while crying. Shocked by the sudden burst of tears. The two men took steps back and stared at Cassandra. Their eyes showed their confusion and curiosity. Moreover, a hindrances show up making the attempt to conquer the fortune failed.

My father says angrily. Theo looks at him to test his next move. “Father, let’s think rationally.” I turned to Theo. “What if she does not agree? What if she already has a fated mate?” “She’s not marked or claimed. She has to agree. It’s a part of the treaty. Luckily for her, I don’t have a fated so it’ll work out.” “What do you mean you don’t have a fated?” I asked.

And whats a mate? “Oh Girly I have been waiting centuries for you, you were destined to find this man and to become a werewolf, it was written by fate long before even this man right here was born. He is our Mate, he is what connects us to life, he is where our future is. I have seen your past girly and I am sorry for the heartbreak you have endured in your life time, no child deserves to be abandoned and to feel the pain you felt. That trauma, those experiences, your choices led you to that day when he found you almost dead. Fate led you to him. Fate led him to you, Fate wrote your life story to lead you to him, to lead you to me. You always felt empty, like you needed more like you were me

The agony of that moment lingered still, shattering any semblance of contentment I had found. But then came my second chance at love, in the form of a woman who embodied both my salvation and downfall. How unpredictable life could be. The one person whom I should hate the most, managed to touch that aching spot in my heart and soothe it. We were on the precipice of harmony, of resolution, but the Fates that governed our lives had other plans. Was I cursed? How else could I explain my current predicament, being injured in a filthy pit, and the menacing leers of Madalina's insane brother looming above me?

Her silence was suffocating, her heart splintering under the weight of contradictions she could not untangle. And beneath it all lay the cruel hand of fate. Fate had sent men who seemed carved out of dreams — dazzling, magnetic, impossible to resist. Yet those same men had walked into their lives only to play with them like pawns, stripping away their peace, poisoning their joy, and tearing them apart from each other. What should have been a story of love and belonging had been twisted into a nightmare of betrayal and ruin. Finally, she inhaled sharply, her eyes narrowing, her voice cold and deliberate.

I sat in the car, lost in thoughts, wondering what game fate is going to play next on me. Fate has never favoured me for once. I was doing okay and then I crossed paths with that man...that man that taught me to love and shattered me, now... I'm going to be with that man.

He tossed and turned for sometimes because he was restless, he couldn’t sleep due to what the woman said earlier, it was lingering on his mind “Although Mal runs so fast, he still couldn’t run past fate. Your fate is like that of Mal, you are agile, fast and swift, your fate is right in front of you. Your illness that you have been battling with for a long time, its cure is right in front of you, it’s now up to you to be smart like Mal and never miss the chance”

“But we’ve always felt you. For years. As if a part of us was… missing. We dreamed of you. And when we saw you today, when we touched you… we knew.” The third brother smirked a bit. He looked playful even in this serious moment. “It’s fate, sweetheart. And fate doesn’t make mistakes.” My stomach twisted. Fate. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms. My voice rose as I speak “Do not speak to me about fate! My so-called fate already betrayed me. I had a mate, and he destroyed me. Do you hear me? He destroyed me!” My sword was in my hand before I realized I had drawn it. I raised it high.

The word felt like ash on my tongue, reminding me of Henry’s promises, of the Summers’ betrayals, of everything i had lost. I turned away, pacing around the living room. My mind was now a storm. A part of me wanted to scream that i’d rather rot on the streets than bind myself to a man who saw me as a contract. Another part was quiet but persistent, and whispered that he was offering me the only lifeline i had left.

Hopeless, raw, and cold. “You can’t stop fate.” I felt like I’d been slapped. He turned away, pacing the floor. “I’ve seen how this ends. Every time I close my eyes, it’s the same. Blood. Fire. You, lying in it. And I can’t stop it. I don’t know how to stop it.” “You don’t believe in fate,” I whispered. He paused. Then said, “I didn’t. Until I found out I was theirs.” The Voronin’s.