Novel & Cerita Twisting Her Fate

She rolled her and shut her eyes as I nuzzled her neck. “I… I don’t…” she heaved against my chest. “Fate is not destiny, Zeve. It’s a chance to change one’s destiny. Everyone gets a chance to change their destiny at least once in their lifetime. And with you, I have rewrote our fate, our destiny.” I licked her neck, and she shuddered with a soft moan from her throat. God, she is so sensitive. “I… uh… don’t understand…” she managed to say.

He asked frantically. "Oh, I don't want all that. All I want is you. Marry me-I don't care if you love me or not because I know that with the matter of time you will be begging for me" he looked back and forth from her to his girl but his girl shook her head no. "Or..." She dragged out. "I will let my boys have their way with her and you watch; I think that will be the best," she mocked out. She moved forwards to her and took out a knife and she cut her wrist with it, as blood oozed out from there.

Her words were a cold slap in the face, a sharp contrast to the flicker of hope I’d felt moments ago. “What… what do you mean?” I stammered, my voice trembling. “I… I need to get away from someone.” She chuckled, a dry, humorless sound that sent shivers down my spine. “From some,” she corrected. “But fate, child, is a fickle mistress. You cannot escape her grasp.” Fate? Was this woman serious? Or was she just some crazy hermit who enjoyed spouting cryptic pronouncements? Frustration bubbled up within me. “I don’t believe in fate,” I snapped, a defiant edge creeping into my voice. “I control my own destiny.”

But we were determined to forge our own destiny, to break free from the chains of the past and create a future that defied the expectations placed upon us. With hearts aflame and the truth as our guide, we set forth on a journey that would test the boundaries of love, loyalty, and forgiveness. The twist had thrown us into the depths of uncertainty, but it had also awakened a fire within us—a fire that would light the way as we navigated the labyrinth of secrets and discovered the ultimate truth that awaited us at the end of the twisted path we now walked. *****************************

“Now to touch Charles. You've already heard why I created her. She can change her fate if she just doesn't bring the end of the world. You said she made a wish on the reaper so my guess is, she is not doing that.” “She will not fail his ultimatum so no need to worry.” I spoke up for her. Fate chuckled. “I didn't think you were the type to care especially considering that no one has ever met the reaper’s ultimatum.” Fate clicked his tongue and leaned back on his chair. My lips parted, to utter something but my tongue-tied immediately Catalina's head fell on my shoulders. A throb nudged in my chest. Suddenly my whole body was feeling all kinds of strange, a strangeness that left a sweet feelin

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.

Then she went boneless against him. It was the sort of lingering kiss that turned her insides to water. The sort of kiss that might have made her feel that nothing was wrong, that things were easy and he was only frightened that she would prolly die. But when his hands went to lift the hem of her T-shirt, she pushed them away. “No,” she said, her fingers wrapped around his wrists. “You can’t just grab me. You have a fiancee!" Little did Diana know that the fear Mark felt because she probably would die had activated something that was new in him.

His howl of rage sounds in my skull. She’s still coming. “No do overs!” she shrieks, and I’m blasted again, slammed into the thick trunk of a black walnut. Her hair floats and tangles, glittering and twisting. “You turn your back on what Fate has given you, you throw your mate away like she’s replaceable, like the universe will give you infinite chances at happiness, like you’re special, like the world won’t keep turning and the sun won’t come up if you don’t do your duty.” She spits the word like a curse. Her bitter rage is an electric sizzle in the air.

she whispered, her legs pushing backward, finding her way out of the room. “Lauren…please. This is not__,” “Oh darling, let her go. This is fate.” Fate, Lauren thought. Fate was cruel... meaningless. Fate didn't value love. Fate didn't value hard work. Fate made her this miserable. Fate would push her to her end.

Charles shouted. Back then, my bones were all broken, and I couldn't move at all. Shirley had torn those earrings right off my ears. She had relentlessly tortured my eyes and lips. She had even carved the word "trash" into my face. I had bitten her finger with all my might. In her pain, she had delivered a fierce slap across my face. Then, she had shifted the focus of her torture to my back instead. I had grabbed the chance to slowly lick at the earring. Eventually, I managed to hide the earring in my mouth.