Twisting Her Fate Novels & Stories

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

“I’d fight fate itself before I ever let her end up with people who made her suffer.” My voice echoed through the trees, but the moon didn’t answer. It never did. I sat back down on the ground, gripping handfuls of grass like it would steady me. It didn’t. Nothing could. Not when every thought in my head spiraled back to one truth… She was theirs now. She wasn’t mine. And fate had ripped her from me before I even had a chance. I laughed quietly, bitterly. “What a joke,” I said to no one. “What a sick, twisted joke.”

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.

She muttered, lips twitching in difficulty forming an evil smile. "Tell me what you did then." I urged as I fisted her bloody hair and twirled it, forming into a messy bun. The urge to protect her was rising within me. She surprisingly softened a fraction of my heart and it felt quite good. I started to get attached to her and had a hard time resisting it. Her next words even made me feel complicated inside sending chills running down my spine. I didn't know that she could be this cruel! "I severed her neck from her body in front of Alton's cell."

This time it was her turn to come after him. Because fate would never let him win. Fate was with him when he wanted to win her over. But not anymore. *** Deleted chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow in Lisa's reading corner. Thanks

But Elena was still happy she came. Days after days, months after months Elena kept trying Sarah's number to know what the result of the competition was, but it won't go through. Elena stopped trying and just gave up on it. April 6th, Elena's birthday she's finally 18 and now has access to her accounts. she woke up relieved and excited finally she could live a little bit comfortably and maybe stop working in the restaurant. she wished her mom could see her, how much she's grown, "I'm 18 now mum your baby is grown" she said with a smile.

Tenley’s expression oscillates between sheer delight and momentary sadness, her head shaking as she averts her gaze, before her happiness returns. Embracing Tenley, I whisper, “It’ll happen when you least expect it.” Her grip tightens around me, as if seeking solace in my embrace. As I held her, I reflect on my journey, the days when I had called my car home. And told her how finding love was far from anything I was thinking about at the time. But life had a way of surprising us, of weaving unexpected connections when we least expected them. I urged Tenley to push those nagging thoughts out of her mind, to focus on living her life to the fullest. The world was vast and unpredictable, and whe