Twisted Fate Game Novels & Stories

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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.

One of the lackeys who was very fast stretched his hands out and grabbed Mudryk's collar intending to toss him back and attack Jake, their target who stood in the middle, surrounded by the G-5. To the lackeys shock, Mudryk grabbed his wrist and twisted it deftly and the lackey shrieked in pain and dropped to his knees. Felix who stood beside Mudryk this time had given one of the lackeys that attacked him a smack right across the face. Bam! A slap so resounding that it startled all other lackey's getting ready to launch. The lackey flew back and slammed against the roadside so hard.

It was like she was a lioness staring at her prey and I was the prey. One of the outfits she actually walked up to me, trailing her fingertips along the deep v-cut neckline. It made my breath hitch and run ragged as her other hand traced my core through the see-through lacey fabric. She abruptly pulled her hands from me, giggling as my body shuddered from her lack of touch.

he sneers. Beth's eyes never left mine and she walks up to me. She takes me in a passionate kiss and says, "I thought you'd never ask." "You won this round freak," Rob sneers, bumping my shoulder and knocks Beth down in the process. I grab him by the arm and stare him down while extending my free hand to Beth. "I think you owe her an apology," I say calmly. "She made her choice, I owe nothing," he growls and Beth's uncle walks up to us.

“Then let’s end this before it ends us.” My stomach twisted. Fate Pack. I hadn’t heard that name in so long that it felt foreign on my skin, like an old scar someone suddenly pressed too hard. My pack.My curse. The place I had been sold from. I forced my lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Fate Pack, huh? Guess the universe has a sick sense of humor.” Adam didn’t look at me, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “It’s not humor. It’s destiny.”

As if I didn’t belong there, standing beside Aleksander like I mattered. Then she turned and walked away. Aden followed, his fists clenched, muttering something under his breath. I looked at Aleksander, waiting to see if he’d say something. He didn’t. He just reached for my hand. And for a second… I felt like maybe we made it through. But I also knew people like Emma don’t just walk away. Not when they lose. Not when revenge is still burning in their chest. This wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning of what they’d do next.

“Correct. Shared authorship achieved. Probability of continued survival: increased significantly.” The ghost’s form flickered violently, as if the abyss’s change destabilized it. “Fools. You’ve drawn its full attention. Do you not understand? If it accepts you as players, it will not let you go. You have entered a game with no exit.” Ian’s grin sharpened. “Then we make our own exit. Just like we made our own rhythm.” The abyss pulsed one last time, its resonance heavy with finality. *Then the game continues.* And the board expanded outward, infinite tiles stretching into the abyss, each glowing with possibilities yet unplayed.

Could she rewrite her twisted fate? She didn’t know— But as she stared out the window into the stormy night, She swore she would try. No matter what it cost her.

His eyes were lit with amusement as he catalogued each injury that he saw, enjoying my suffering. Game on, asshat. ----- This is a continuation of the original Fated series, so I do suggest reading those as well for the full context. This book is the first of the next generation books. The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are: