Twisting Her Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

You can not see anything but coldness. "What a lucky day." I suddenly stop when someone spoke behind me. I grin when I saw in the droplets of the water that was in the leaves that it was a girl. What a shame. "Don't do anything stupid fairy. I know you are!" I faced her and she step back a little. I chuckled towards her actions. "Are you afraid of me?" The moment I asked that to her the winds started to form like a tornado in my both side. "You are not the type of a fairy I should be afraid of." She eagerly said.

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.

The repercussions of crafting an intricate series of lies about my identity were far more severe than expected. The first deception regarding my background created discord within the office, and my fear of being discovered kept me silent. However, truth inevitably comes to light despite how elaborate the secrets and deceptions are. The burden of my concealed realities now bears down on me, as the exposure of my dishonesty triggers a series of events that could alter the course of my entire existence. "Marry me or get fired!" His harsh and uncompromising tone pierced through the air, ensnarling me with his gaze. His rebellious grin leaves me bewildered by a choice that could bind my destiny t

He couldn’t deliver “I’ll handle it myself,” she told them. “I don’t need your help.” By midnight, she was out of her room, dressed in black and moving like a ghost through the hallways. She had a plan. One last card to play The priestess she met had been clear: if she wanted to rewrite fate, she’d need something personal. A piece of Ethan. And for once, luck seemed to be on her side. Ethan wasn’t around. Everything was falling into place like the universe had finally decided to stop testing her and start obeying.

I go very still. “I’m not afraid,” she whispers. “You should be.” “But I’m not.” Her courage is reckless. And beautiful. I step back into the shadows before she tempts me into admitting more. Fate believes I will choose order. He is wrong. If the weave demands her erasure, then the weave will learn what it means to break.

And look where we are, if I was not that stubborn man whore that believed that everything and everyone belonged to him then I would have never had her. But she surely put on a chase. I don't know if it was me trying to prove her wrong that I will get her or that little thing called fate. At some stage I even believed that karma was being a bitch playing stupid ass jokes on me. Whatever it was, it has all lead up to this moment and many more moments like that to come. So the question begs. Trayton ~”Which one was it?” Ava ~”What do you mean which one was it?”

Except, this is not the Rhianne she knows. A single tear slide from her eye. Then a couple of tears escaped from her eyes again. She tried to wipe it, but her tears burst like water from a dam that keeps spilling on her pretty face. She did not have any relatives in the past or close friends to rely on. Maybe when people found her dead body, no one will care about it. But it does not mean that it was okay for Rhianne to die alone just like that. Rhianne still has more plans and dreams she wants to achieve. So why are her fate and destiny keeps on failing her?

The world tilted on its axis. “She is the key,” Tia gasped, her voice now ragged and torn. “She can change fate. You must…” A more violent cough wracked her body, spraying crimson against the pale moonlight. I rushed to help, to make her stop this nightmare, but she pushed me away with a desperate, surprising strength.

Was she turning into something? "Ah sht!" she groaned when a sudden pain hit her head. She also has the courage to puke, her insides twitching. "Huh? Erin?" "What's happening?" "Watch out!" The three of them panicked and hurriedly went to her side, catching her small frame in their extended arms. Erin falls on them, holding her head and clutching her hair tightly as she can so the growing pain would stop. Her other hand grips on the fabric covering her stomach as she can feel her insides twisting again. Something inside her wants to get out.

“Throw her to the slums.” Suddenly, Isla summoned a burst of strength. Dragging a long trail of blood, she crawled toward Sam. “Sam, please spare me! I know I was wrong! I just thought Hazel wasn’t worthy of staying by your side and would only drag you down. Only I am truly suited for you!” Sam stared coldly at her. “Whether someone is worthy is not for you to decide. I never gave you any hope. Yet for your own selfish desires, you caused my wife’s death.