Twisted Fate Hat Novels & Stories

he smirked with a playful look on his face and I pursued my lips into a thin line. "Don't you ever try that again unless you want to be fired," I hissed, trying to sound angry. "You kissed me back too. So if I'm getting fired, I'm taking you down with me, sweetheart." he kept stirring his coffee with one hand while his other hand was stuffed inside his pocket. Oh no, he didn't. Even though I was so fucking mad at him, I couldn't help but noticed his messy hair, his tie which was undone, hanging loosely around his neck and the sleeves of his button-down shirt rolled up, showing off his sexy forearms. I could make out his perfect jawline from the side and my hands itched to run all over his da

I’m confused because this means he doesn’t want me to see the result. “Sugar… C’mon, share it with me.” His face is burning red again as he points his index finger at him, “Don’t follow me.” “Sugar, let me see it.” “No.” “Babe, c’mon,” I ran after him… FIN * * * * * * *Author’s Note* Hi everyone, this is Lame Ruler. Sigh, The Alpha Twisted Fate has finally come to an end and I’m feeling bitter sweet.

On an abandoned road, a black Jeep Wrangler was speeding in the opposite direction from the city of North Bay. The atmosphere outside was calm with nothing visible in the sight except for the illuminated road and vast spread of darkness. A beautiful girl was lying in the backseat of the car. Her fair skin was looking like porcelain under the light coming from the full moon. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth and her limbs were tied with ropes. She was wearing a beautiful wedding gown and looked like a fallen angel. She was not sleeping but unconscious.

The seers in our kingdom said that the right time was about to come but years had already passed and we're both losing the hope to cure him. When my mother nursed us inside her womb, that evil witch paid her a visit and cursed us both to be wolves. Yeah! Wasn't content to rob our father's youth and she wants more! But not just that, she had her spell extended to me. My brother, Hendrick was lucky though, his appearance matched that of a real handsome prince and he can walk freely with dignity but mine was… I had the spell wrap in my face. I look hideous and scary. I had to wear a mask to hide it since I learned to walk and jammed with people in our kingdom until now. No one knows about it ex

“Keenan, the bottom box please.” “Y-yes, Atamansha.” He brought over the heaviest box. I opened it and procured two chains with wrist restraints. I attached them at the rings. They were a little short for this assholes height but it was fine. A little more discomfort than usual wasn’t something I felt bad about right now. “Zann, put him in the cuffs.” I walked back over to the table and took the hair tie that was around my wrist, pulling my hair up in a high pony tail. Zann, Lec, Boris, and Keenan all looked at me completely confused.

’ she mused as she continued her stroll. Avita had naturally dressed in a cotton jumpsuit that was really warm in order to get rid of the cold and stay safe from it, as she didn’t want to finish up suffering from a colds or flu. Some boots have fur inside, so it’s not just the leather that’s cold. She also wore a jacket over the top. If she had been indoors, she would have thought of wearing a woolen hat, but doing so would ruin the wig she was wearing. And then all of her hard work in getting up early to dress up will be undone.

I spoke quickly before thinking about what I was going to do, and my face reddened. "Oh I think I'll match you no matter what I pick." He laughed light heartedly as I covered my face in embarrassment. "A vampire huh? What prompted that?" "It was either vampire or witch and I chose vampire because I'm still looking for the perfect witch hat and refuse to dress as one until I have it." I spoke through my hands and my laughter. "I'm going as a pop culture vampire, you know the whole 'I've waited a hundred years and she wasn't even down there' thing." I had dropped my hands from my face to my lap and made dramatic eyes as I recited the rough quote.

“But the truth always comes at the worst time.” He stepped into the room, his presence slithering over the walls like poison seeping through plaster. Dressed in black tailored to perfection—like he was ready for his own funeral—the air bent around him. His smirk curled like smoke, his eyes shining with that familiar cruelty I had grown up fearing. The kind of cruelty that believed it was untouchable. “Arturo,” I spat, the name bitter on my tongue. My hands clenched by my sides, pulse roaring in my ears. “How many more lives have you ruined with your lies?”

Billionaire. My face was still slightly red from crying, and through blurry eyes, I could barely make out a figure tilting his head forward from the front seat. He was wearing dark shades, so I couldn’t see much of his face. He made a small gesture, and just like that, the tall one opened the back door and practically shoved me in.

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.