Novel & Cerita Twisted Fate Of Love

Hello fellow readers! I just wanted to announce that I have a second book coming out soon :). For those of you who have enjoyed Fated Love you're going to enjoy Soulmates. I would love to hear any feedback as long as it's not rude. I know I have typos and plan to fix them later. Soulmates so far has four chapters. I will be writing both books at the same time. I will do chapter for chapter, meaning I'll write a chapter for Fated Love and then one for Soulmates and so on and so on.

The latter bowed lightly and excused himself. There was a sudden uproar in Leevon's mind and his heart was hurting badly. The girl, he wished to always protect, he always loved and yearned to marry; he was going to kill her today, mercilessly. He was indeed a bad lover. He didn’t fulfill his promises. All these things clouded his judgment once again, and he hoped to die before committing this grave sin. But as it is said, “Fate is a cruel thing.” He had to bow down. He had to reap what he had sown. It was time. He hoped for Calista to be born once again, and live a life free of that Blood pact, and himself.

Vivian looked into her blue eyes which looked as if they possessed the entire sky in them. "We angels are quite fragile creatures. Our hearts are intangible, unlike humans, so if we love someone, we love them thick and through and if we hate someone, we hate them thick and through. Our book is our only destiny" Fate said and took Vivian's book from her. She tore a page from it and Vivian felt immense pain in her chest. She shouted from pain and looked at Fate with her eyes, almost about to pop out. "Now you see which trouble you're in. Take good care of it" Fate said as she burned the paper between her fists as she threw the book back at Vivian "And make sure it's pages are never lost, the l

From her place at the altar and with the top of her voice, Emelda screamed, “Join me on the altar, please. Let the twin brothers join me on the altar. Lucius and Darius immediately climbed the altar and she asked them to place their hands on their father’s chest. They obeyed. Emelda took her hands of the king’s chest, stepped back, and then placed her hands on the back of each of the brothers. Her right hand was on Lucius’s back while her left hand was on Darius’s back. Then she channeled again and this time, the power flowed right through her and into the twins and then finally into their father. Then she closed her eyes and this time, she could feel the emotion she had been looking for: LO

my childhood playmate is someone I can recognize while the Sachiko I met this past few days is hard to understand who she is. "Sometimes fate can be cruel, it will make you ride it leading to a wrong approach. It feels like it is playing with your heart, you will meet someone and you wish and hope that it is the right person you have been looking for then suddenly truth explode like a grenade exposing it is the wrong person" he stated full of emotion. I guess he is right. "But sometimes it is not only the fate that can play cruelty against us, but it is also our heart and mind too. Fate lead while our heart and mind expects it, we also hope that it is the right person" I added. If only cruel

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.

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.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

“What?” I stare at her before looking at my own palm and then glaring at her. “It doesn’t say anything like that here!” The witch studies me, “There is love written in your fate. Love and destruction. The choice you make will carve the path of the worlds.” I shiver, “You know you don’t have to sound so ominous. And there is no love written in my life. My mate is dead. You’re just full of shit.” I try to get up, but she yanks me back down by my hand, looking down at it and frowning, “I see no past mate in your life. I see love lines. You loved two individuals. A different for each. And they left you in blood.”

He stayed on top, breathing hard while clenching my neck, trying to suck the life out of my body. “No,” I screamed, kicking the air and punching his bleeding wound. He smiled in mirth, knowing that my consciousness began to fade away. How did we end up here? We were madly in love. I devoted myself to him, bare my soul only for him. Yet, the love was gone in a blink of an eye. “I would have given you the luxury to stay in my pack if you had accepted the fact that I’ve found my fated mate. I would have left you living your best life here. But not anymore. You prove to me a jealous female could be very dangerous.”