Trumping My Tragic Destiny Novels & Stories

But instead, I raised the glass to my lips and took a tiny sip of champagne that tasted of nothing but defeat. “Without a doubt,” I agreed, my voice sharp. “Appropriateness is an underrated virtue. And Miss Meyer is, indeed, very virtuous.” My smile remained in place, an artifact of my own resistance. I had survived loss, loneliness, and Cassius’s sickening possession. I would survive this night. As I turned to face another group of vultures, I carried with me the image of Tristan — a silhouette of somber authority at the center of the circus.

I pushed Philip onto a piece of driftwood and gently tapped his shoulder. "You have to live." As long as he survived, Anastasia would have something to hold on to. I was still clinging to the driftwood, trying to swim toward the shore, when the ALS suddenly kicked in, and my arms went numb. I sank helplessly into the dark water. I slowly closed my eyes as I watched the surface shimmer above me like fractured glass. I decided to give up. Just before everything went black, I hazily saw someone reaching for me through the water.

“I should have been the chosen one! But since the dumb goddess has decided to deny me, I will take fate into my own hands.” He caressed my face softly with his thumb. “Your precious blood my dear, would turn me into a being more powerful than Kushim. I’ll be a premordial being, a power that cannot be defiled. I Chad Troy, will rewrite destiny with my own hands and I will spit in the face of your so called humanity and destiny.” He laughed menacingly. The machine hummed, its gentle whirring a stark contrast to the agony and turmoil in my heart. "Chad, mercy...please," I pleaded as I could feel my life slowly slipping away.

Finding only genuine joy, he pressed a passionate kiss onto John's lips. John melted into his mate's embrace, overwhelmed by the moment. He was eager to share the news with Carla, Magnus, and the rest of the pack during their gathering tonight. Reflecting on the twists of fate, John marvelled at how his initial urge to leave and seek a better future had led him right to his destined journey The end

“I’ve hidden from many truths because I didn’t want to hurt my miracles. My family is the only lucky thing I’ve ever accomplished in all my years of living. Yesterday, I went to visit my best friend at her cabin, your godmother Gretchen, only to find her dead, and trafficked here by that Alpha Lucifer. Today, I’m still locked back in the old neighborhood that gave us the chance to start from zero. I bring nothing but bad luck to the only miracles I treasure. All I can hope is that one day I can live without suffering our survival.” Her confession weighed heavy. It wasn’t just about my pup’s death. It was the countless deaths she’d lived through, the guilt she carried like a second skin. She

This is not the time for tears, This is the time for war. Tristan King messed with the wrong family. And I’m going to face him myself. ***

It became apparent why I was here. Why it was the doorstep of the Tragas I fell upon. It was for this moment right here. Khai and I were nothing but collateral, a means to an end. I was but a small cog in the machine, a pawn in a chess game played by the gods. Traga was willing to sacrifice himself to Yaga so his children would get stronger and live longer. My blood would certainly guarantee that. After Khai left my mind and body I felt lonely. Lonelier than I’d ever been or believed was possible. I sat in the desert crying for what felt like an hour as the black hole in my chest gaped wider.

" Tristan looks at me for a long moment, the anger in his eyes as if he has just seen through a person he has known for years and finally come to a realization. An evil, worthless bitch like me doesn't deserve his kindness. He tightens his grip on my chin, and I swallow the cry of pain that is about to escape my lips, looking at him defiantly instead. He seems to be burned by the pain in my eyes and abruptly turns his head away, throwing my head back in the same motion and making the rest of my body follow. The shackles around my wrist dig painfully into my skin as I force the same words I have been saying since I got here out of my mouth again. "I didn't kill Tracy." Tristan sharply turns b