Romans & histoires Twisted Fate Of Love

Alice was cut short by a vampire at the back seat. "Shut up filthy wolves! You're all slaves!" He snarled. They all kept quiet. The journey to the vampire Kingdom seemed like eternity to the twins. They didn't know what their fate would be. All they knew was that they sure had a twisted fate. The man they hated so much turned out to be the one they were supposed to love so much. How could they battle such fate? What were they supposed to do? Choose to love the man that had just walked into their life and turned it upside down? A man who turned out to be their soulmate. Or, choose their parents who had been there for them their whole life and done everything to make them happy?

She blinked up at the bright sky above, confused and gasping. "Oh goddess…" Taylor dropped to her knees beside her, stroking her wet hair. "Are you okay? Tara?" Amarok didn't speak. He just stared at the girl in his arms, the strange ache in his chest, the wild pounding of the bond. For all his cursed years, the goddess had waited until now to throw chaos into his world. Two sisters. One bond. And one already hated him. "She needs to get warm," Geri said softly, watching the girl he was now tethered to by fate.

It asks for everything. They say love doesn’t cost a thing. But that’s a lie the world tells to keep hearts hopeful. Love, the kind that roots itself in bone and blood, will cost you your pride, your peace, your pulse. It will take your hours, your breath, your sleep. Sometimes, it will reach in and demand the one thing you thought untouchable—your soul. Because it’s not love if it doesn’t shake you. And fate… oh, fate. Fate is a cruel lover. It arrives uninvited, makes itself a home, rearranges your heart, and then leaves you to clean up the ruins.

“How did my mom end up with him if you were fated mates?” For the first time, Martha lifted her chin as if refusing to bow to shame. Her voice shook, but her tone was firm. “No… she didn’t steal him from me. Don’t think that. Just because we were fated mates doesn’t mean we were in love.” She paused, her fingers twisting in her gown as if gripping the past itself. “Your father… he fell in love with your mother. And I—I fell in love with someone else.” The words sank into me slowly, burning through the storm in my chest. I froze, breath shallow, Somehow, I understood instantly. Fate wasn’t as perfect as we believed, it was messy, cruel, and sometimes… it gave you what you didn’t want.

“Strange, huh? That’s all you call it?” ‎ ‎She laughed softly. “What should I call it, then?” ‎ ‎He thought for a moment. “Fate,” he said, and his tone was so calm, so certain, that she felt her heart flutter painfully. ‎ ‎Claire turned away again, hiding the small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re impossible,” she murmured. ‎ ‎“And you,” he replied, eyes glinting, “are dangerous when you smile like that.” ‎ ‎Her breath caught. He had a way of saying things that felt like confessions disguised as teasing, and she didn’t know how to defend herself from it.

"I will send someone over to fix your door." I gave him a quick glance before looking away. I heard him leave and didn't move from my seat as I sat there trying to process everything. I messed up big time, there was no way around this. Even though Jacob said he would try to fix our situation, I knew it wouldn't be possible, if it was he would have done it already. Instead we're linked to each other until one of us dies- if one of us dies. I guess I should be grateful he hasn't killed me yet, I know he must be thinking about it and for him that is the easiest and quickest option. For now, I had to stay away from him and figure out what I was going to do about my family.

My father says angrily. Theo looks at him to test his next move. “Father, let’s think rationally.” I turned to Theo. “What if she does not agree? What if she already has a fated mate?” “She’s not marked or claimed. She has to agree. It’s a part of the treaty. Luckily for her, I don’t have a fated so it’ll work out.” “What do you mean you don’t have a fated?” I asked.

But even as I said it, something inside me softened at the sight of him— Sebastian, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, undone completely by a newborn’s weight in his arms. He kissed Storm’s forehead, then Ace’s, whispering their names again like a vow. “Ace. Storm. My babies.” His voice cracked, and he blinked rapidly, brushing his cheek against theirs. “I’ll never leave you again. I swear it.” I held my breath. My throat was tight. For a heartbeat, it was almost perfect. Him, me, the twins. It was the family I’d dreamed of. The family we should have been all along. But reality pressed back in— the lies, the betrayals, the blood that still stained my memory. I turned away quickly, blinking har

I even added a love diagram on top of it. I threw the book on the ground as I sighed. I feel like I am going insane. I thought about tomorrow and I can't help but think of them watching the fireworks as they kiss passionately. They are even walking down the pathway of the night street as they hold hands. Oh God! I am insane. Insane or not, I need to stop them from going tomorrow and it's all because I know Hilary is a witch, that's all. I have a long nose right now.

Another round of pain and shock rushes through me as the news that Cyrus found his mate hits me like a ton of bricks. He found his mate at such a young age, and because of this war, he would never be able to spend his life with her. How could fate be so fucking cruel? "Titiana!" I scream, turning around to find her standing at a distance watching mine and Cyrus’ exchange. "How could you do this? How could you take away so much from my brother?" "It was destined from the moment he was born," she responds simply. "There is nothing that can be done to stop fate’s plan once it has begun; you, of all people, know that well."