Twisting Her Fate Novels & Stories

“The old bastard actually shifted and threatened me. Told me to stay away from Lachlan or else.” “I had no choice.” “But killing them myself and making Lachlan love me would have been too messy. I thought about controlling him with magic, but where’s the fun in that?” “So, after much thought, I decided to put on a little show for you all!” She walked over to Richard's body and kicked it. "I twisted his mind with a curse," she boasted. "I made him believe he was the monster who destroyed your family." "You're a demon!" "When Lachlan sees you, his mate, as his parents' killer, he'll hate you forever," Sabrina sneered. "And I'll be there to pick up the pieces and become his new mate."

She wasn’t the obedient heroine the author wrote to be sacrificed. She wasn’t the woman who would give up her career, her mind, her life for a man who would destroy her. She was reborn. She was aware. And this time, she would not bow. The clock read 11:42 p.m. Her pulse surged. Tonight is the night of Adrian’s accident. The exact moment when fate first sank its claws into her. When her life bent toward destruction. In her first life, she ran to him. Loved him. Nursed him.

I froze. “She burned blood on her tongue,” he muttered, voice hollow. “Said the future came in fire and shadows. That she saw a twin bleeding out in a bed of foxes… and Kat standing over the body. Crying. Smiling.” My heart thudded once. Hard. “What the fuck did you just say?” “She didn’t mean murder. She said Fate. Like some shit was already written. Already moving. And Kat—she’s part of it. Mirelda said to keep her close. She might be the knife, but she’s also the shield.”

“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.”

She begins to cry and beg," Please! Let me go! My family is not rich! It's my wedding day, today.... sic.... my... my... groom is waiting for me at the wedding hall. Please!!! Let me go!!! I will give you all the money I have.... but please.... let me go..." The men didn't seem to pay attention to her wailing and took out a syringe from the dashboard. He filled it with a sedative and then, injected it into that girl's body. As she understood what has happened, she being to shout and call for help but nobody came. The driver didn't even try to stop her from shouting and calling for help. He didn't utter a single word. Soon, she lost consciousness and fell into sleep as the Wrangler proceeds t

The first weaver to refuse death. The first to look at fate and say No. She didn’t become evil. She became tired. Lonely. Obsessed. She had been trying to bring us all home. Even if she had to destroy the world to do it. And as she reached for me— As her threads wrapped around my wrists one last time— I leaned in. And said: “I forgive you.” Her scream wasn’t rage. It was relief. And then— She was gone. --- The loom shattered.

the woman teased, running a manicured finger down his chest. Callan hummed. “Not at all.” Hazel’s breath caught. She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t care. And yet, she did. Her wolf stirred, an unfamiliar ache blooming in her chest. The woman smirked and leaned in closer. “You’re in a good mood today. What changed?” Callan exhaled through his nose, his lips twitching in amusement. “Fate is a funny thing.” Hazel’s stomach twisted. Fate. Was he talking about her?

I turned to her “Elixir don’t listen to them They feed you a story you already fear and call it truth That’s not fate That’s manipulation” She blinked But she didn’t run One of the figures raised their hand and the flame between them flickered into an image Me Soren Ewen Standing over her body Blood on our hands Her voice cracked then “Why would fate show me that if it wasn’t true” “Because fate’s not fixed” I said “You taught me that” She shook her head “But what if I am the danger What if I don’t belong to any of you anymore” “You don’t belong to anyone” I said “But that doesn’t mean you’re alone”

“If I cared about your lines, goddess, I wouldn’t have started this.” Her face doesn’t move. “You cannot twist fate.” “Then maybe I’ll break it,” I whisper. Her light flares. My heart burns, but I don’t stop. I push the words out, shaking. “I’m in charge now.” And the light shatters around me.

If twist of destiny and the movement of the heavens determined the course of a life, then fate had damned her the moment she was born, had decided that she would be weak, unwanted, the expendable daughter in a family that never planned for her to ascend. Yet now, here, with blood pooling in the stone at her feet, Kenzo beside her, her mother looking on with that same inscrutable smirk, and the High Council’s enforcers pouring through the doors with a singular goal— to kill the rogue alpha that had taken something that wasn’t his — Victoria didn’t know whether she believed in fate or not, but that had become irrelevant, because it had found her, and it was two feet away with a knife at her th