Twisted Fate Novel Heather And Michael Novels & Stories

He didn’t know me. ‘Not for long.’ Snow said. A wave of panic washed over me as the logic I had thrown out of the window crept back into my mind. I couldn’t…I should go. I didn’t want to be with him. Not even for a second longer. “Alpha Dante!” someone shouted in the crowd. He walked closer, and I remembered him, Beta Kayden. “Alpha Dante?” I asked. “My bad. I should have told you my name first. I’m Dante Verlice, Alpha of Dark Moon.” I’m doomed.

Instead, he walked a little further away. "I'm so sorry, Ruth." Michael retrieved a syringe, which he had hidden inside his sleeve without anyone noticing. He didn't hesitate as he injected the contents into the right side of his body, where his heart lay. The next moment, his body began to sway. He said, "I'll compensate you with my life. Ruth, if we get another chance at life… Let's be siblings again. I'll make it all up to you…" Michael's face quickly turned pale, and he kneeled and fell before my grave.

Before I could step away from her, she was lifting her shirt over my head. I look at her over my shoulder and saw compassion in her eyes. I turn and give her a slow kiss. Again she lets me keep control, like she's afraid of taking it too far or I'd push her away. I step back and thoroughly look her over. She was toned to perfection, not too firm but not flabby either. I find a round, jagged scar on her abdomen and remember the story of her car accident that killed her parents.

I sighed, looking at her. "I wouldn't go as far as saying you're completely wrong, Sophie, but there's something intriguing about fate. It suggests a preordained path, a connection that transcends circumstances. Take my Uncle Vino, for instance; he can't stand Cain Island, so he never took his children there. Yet, somehow, Caspian and Charlotte found each other. It's as if an unseen force brought them together. Caspian wasn't actively seeking Charlotte; He was simply sent on a mission to solve a problem, and fate intervened to unite them. Harper and I never intended to stay in Lumas, let alone become friends with Jacob, but it happened. No matter how hard Jacob tried, she couldn't progress b

Funny how his Beta and Gamma are older than him and aren't taking their positions seriously. Reaching the large, tall building that belongs to only omegas, he turns off the ignition, grabs the clipboard from the passenger seat, and gets out, and instantly, his gaze lands on something, or rather, someone. Seth. Fuck. He's in every fucking place Kieran turns. Is this the moon goddess’s way of punishing him? Is being fated to a man not enough torture punishment? Why does he have to see the freak every day? Seth stands under the shade of a tree, surrounded by four omegas. He grimaces at the glassy look in the omega's eyes as they pay keen attention to whatever Seth is saying.

The jitters in my chest kept me restless as I silently climbed down from the bed. In the dimly lit room, Grace Everly, my friend since our orphanage days, was seated on the surplus computer chair, donning an inexpensive headset and an oversized old hoodie that draped her frame. Her short, tousled raven hair carelessly clung at the ends. The dark circles beneath her eyes hint she hadn't taken a nap, typing the manuscript of her new novel, which she had just started a few days ago. The dim glow of her aging laptop screen accentuated her pale complexion and the subtle freckles scattered across her nose.

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.

He shook his head as he walked out of the room, realizing how much of a jerk he had been when they met. Recalling he had insisted she resign when she was only trying to patch her life together made him hate himself the more. Immediately he stepped into the vehicle, Raphael's call came in, and he immediately swiped the receive icon. “We found her. She never left the company.” Sebastian heaved a sigh of relief as he heard Raphael's words, but the relief didn't last long as he heard his concluding words. “She was found unconscious.”

It's only He, Allah who could help no matter when you run to, no one could help except Him. Our fate had already been written, and everything that had been written inside the book would definitely come true. When something would happen, how it would happen, where it would happen and what would happen. You could never escape it, you just pray to Allah to make you have the patience, faith, belief to pass through it. And marriage wasn't a bed of roses, the marriage took turns. Sometimes it could be sweeter than honey and sometimes it could be bitter than bile.

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.