Novel & Cerita Twisted Fate Game

“Depends. In this case, they will not wake up until the finished five death scenarios.” “I see…” She cutely nodded her head and leaned her head against Orange’s arm. “Does that mean my brothers are already in the book?” “Yes. They have adjusted well and are waiting for the victims to appear. They will start the game as soon as everyone enters the book.” “What the game is called, brother?” He smiled. “Vicious cycle.”

Aidan appeared beside him almost instantly. “You need to see her.” “Will I die if I don’t?” he asked flatly. It felt like it. “Things won’t end well.” “Whatever move I make now, things won’t end well.” “You have to trust that this happened for a reason. Fate wouldn’t—”

His shirt is torn, his head bowed—but the moment her scent fills the air, he stiffens, slowly raising his head to look at her, drained as he blinks slowly. “Lena,” Lena’s lips curl into something sinister as she gets closer with the lamp, seeing his face properly, the face of her fated mate, the man she's supposed to spend the rest of her life with but shame, she has other plans. “Still fighting? That's adorable,” “Why would you do this to me?” Each word spills past his lips as if he's losing the ability to stay conscious. She tilts her head, her expression morphing from sinister to ice-cold. “Because fate made a mistake.”

“It means everything that happens in this world, is controlled by fate. Our meeting, our marriage, the divorce, later meeting again, the events that happened and even down to this very moment, It’s all being controlled by one single string. Fate. I don’t know about you, but I believe everything, had led to the very moment, in the future, where we are happy together, however that might not be the case,” Amara frowned. Was his drink more alcoholic than hers? Was that why he was speaking rubbish. “Tobias I don’t-“ Before she could finish, the waiter returned, carrying a sliver platter with a silver dome covering it. Once he placed it in front of her, Tobias smiled. “Fate will decide, either the

"It was meant as one." Catherine was thriving. Meeting developmental milestones, making friends at the part-time preschool they'd enrolled her in, displaying the kind of confidence that came from being thoroughly loved. Lucy's memoir was finally complete. She'd titled it "Twist of Fate: Surviving the Unthinkable." Several publishers had expressed serious interest. Her agent was confident they'd have offers within weeks. "Are you sure you want this published?" William asked as Lucy prepared to send the final manuscript to her agent. "It's very personal. Very revealing about our lives."

Welcome back for my previous readers, and for those who are new to my stories. This book is the fourth book in my Twist of Fate Series: - The Wrong Alpha - A Twist of Fate? Delilah can't wait for her boyfriend to turn seventeen, for him to meet his Alpha wolf and be able to finally sense his fated mate. She's long since been predicted as his fated mate and they make the perfect couple, surely fate couldn't take an unexpected twist and take Delilah on a painful path she didn't expect?

Zydan- (Adult content ahead.) “She called me a few minutes ago since she couldn’t get through to you. She didn’t say anything to me either until I noticed something sounded off with her. When I asked about it, she explained what she was feeling. At the time, I thought she had encountered something making her sick, but then I remembered learning about fated mates. I don’t know if I am right, but I can’t think of anything else that could cause a pure-blood, especially someone as special as Lia, to feel like that.”

"Really? But how come you're still looking for that woman?" My smirk slowly vanished from my lips. Anger boiled within me like a relentless inferno, consuming everything in its path. It surged through my veins like a raging river, coursing with unchecked fury. "You will never find Nieva, Greval! Because she's fucking dead! Move on from her!" My pulse raced as I felt my blood boiling through my veins. I breathed heavily, almost as if I would burst. "Say another word and you will fucking regret it, Zamara."

I soon learned werewolves were hunting down witches, thinking we had cast some kind of spell on them. The Fated Plague killed tens of thousands of werewolves, and as a result, just as many witches were hunted, wrongfully accused, and killed as well. My mother tried to reason with our pack; she was a witch after all, and our father fell ill to the Fated Plague. Why would she want her own mate to die? I learned then that people don’t see reason when all they want is revenge.

“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?”