Twist Of Fate Novels & Stories

I immediately whirled in time for it not to hit me, the driver just sped off, dick! I fixed my earphones and tucked my phone in my pocket, I have a thing with cars for sure. Just as I thought about that, Siyabonga popped in my mind, I groaned as I thought how we had met, how he almost ran me over and now some dick didn't even stop to see if I was okay, at least he had stopped. Maybe it was fate but why hasn't he called if it's fate. I remembered him asking me if I believed in Fate.

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

“And you’re going to tell me who it is, aren’t you?” His Adam’s apple bobbed again. “F-Fusion…Alliance.” Sighing, I nodded and smiled. “See. Was that so hard? You had to go through all that fuss for a little name. But I told you it would be the last question. I’m good on my word.” Stepping back, I snapped my fingers making him jerk. “You know. I forgot something.” Digging around in my pocket, I rolled a coin through my fingers. “It’s a stupid habit. I know. It’s just…how can I stop? What if it stops you from making your way across and you get stuck? We can’t have that, now can we?”

Smiling, I tilted my head and looked at Zydan as I slid my hand down his arm and linked my fingers through his. Although our current situation has settled, our story is only getting started now. This time around, I was looking forward to what fate had in store for us. With a smile, I rested my head and looked at the road ahead. Like the road, there will be many more twists and turns in our future. At least now, we both knew that we had each other no matter what was in store for us.

The God of fate stated as he stood up straight and walked forward. I narrowed my eyes because that had to be the most unhelpful tip. The God of fate walked forward and held something out to me with his cloaked arm. I looked at the gold coin and back up at him. Without much thought I put my hand out and opened it up. He dropped the coin in my hand ad what looked like a small smirk slowly formed. "See, he's already learning. To do what's right will make Mazayas fate have to switch paths. If you do that until there are no more paths than fate will no longer be." He stated with a small smirk.

I say. Fate’s gaze snaps back to me. “Then what is?” I meet his eyes. “Weight.” The word settles like gravity. Fate stiffens. “He acted.” “Yes,” I agree. “And he carried the cost.” Silence hums between us. “He has not yet outweighed.” The realization moves through Fate like a blade. “You mean,” he begins. “Yes,” I say. “He has altered outcomes, but he absorbed the imbalance himself instead of releasing it into the world. The scales remain level for now. The Weave has no justification to bind him.”

Just then, she saw a group of women who had a close relationship with Alex and Grand Emperor Rowan coming over, so she dashed toward them at once. “Dawn of Fate!” The woman in white armor stretched out her hand and unleashed the law of fate. Alex suddenly remembered who she was. She was the Goddess of Fate who once sealed Neela in the tower—Quinirus Schranz! Boom! Granny Heavenward had sky-high cultivation. In the face of the law of fate, she waved her hand and slashed the attack, negating it right away. However, she quickly realized something was not wrong. The law of fate was just superficial, and the hidden move was the most powerful.

In those few weeks, I saw how easy life could be when you can get what you want without begging for it. I knew this decision would change the way I perceived my future, but sometimes there are moments in life that we cannot control. Maybe they were meant to happen. Just like this one. I held the pen he left behind for me, clicking it slowly as I sat in silence. My fingers trembled a little. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath before doing what had already taken over my mind. One stroke of ink that would change the course of my fate. I signed.

Would it still change anything? Wallowing in my dysphoria, I suddenly felt a pair of strong masculine arms wrap around my waist line from behind, enveloping me in it's warmth and pulling my flush against a solid chest. A gasp, hitched in my throat, as my heart palpitated from the terror that now flooded my veins. Instincts or a surge of adrenaline, I couldn't tell for sure, but something took over me as I twisted through a forced grunt, leveraging my body and as soon as I break free from their embrace, I swung a tight clenched fist right on my captors face.

I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling. His eyebrows pulled together, "Dammit, Sofia. This isn't a game. Destroying Roman won't be easy and if you fuck this up, I'll make you regret being born." "You can't destroy him. He's too powerful," I hissed. "That's why I have you," he laughed, "The great Roman Moretti will never suspect his scaredy little wife. Trust me, Sofia. Every great empire's destruction started from the inside. Once he's out of the way-" his words trailed off as if he had said too much.