Twisting Her Fate Novels & Stories

Soon enough, she found herself inside as she sat on a stool. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked. “Something strong,” she said. “Something that will make me forget.” The bartender gave her a look of concern but poured her a glass of liquor, which she drank in one gulp. “Another,” she said. And another. And another. The world began to blur. The pain began to fade, just a little. She made a promise to herself right there and then. “I will get everything back,” she whispered. “I will make them pay for what they did.”

“Even gods remember what you are.” I tilted my head, unbothered by the aura of her presence. “And yet, here you stand in my garden.” Her lips curved faintly, her fingers tracing the air until the moonflowers trembled, turning their glow toward her. “I stand,” she murmured, “because fate trembles where you tread.” I let the silence stretch, the weight of her light brushing against the darkness that lived within me. “Fate,” I said quietly, “has always belonged to those strong enough to bend it.”

The word felt like ash on my tongue, reminding me of Henry’s promises, of the Summers’ betrayals, of everything i had lost. I turned away, pacing around the living room. My mind was now a storm. A part of me wanted to scream that i’d rather rot on the streets than bind myself to a man who saw me as a contract. Another part was quiet but persistent, and whispered that he was offering me the only lifeline i had left.

She was from what I could see and a little part of me felt panicked at the fact that it looked like she would not even wait for us to do it. . Faster than she could react, a round iron like rope I had prepared, clung to her and tied her arms to my body, tight enough. “As much as I would love to take your life, I can not grant what you wish.”

The destiny she had once feared now felt like second nature. “You twisted the prophecy to fit your desires,” Eve said, her voice steady, unwavering. “But you were wrong. Fate isn’t something you can manipulate.” The woman let out a furious snarl and raised her hands. Dark tendrils of shadow coiled from her fingertips, writhing like snakes, seeking to consume Eve’s light. They lashed toward her, hungry and relentless. Eve didn’t move. She didn’t need to. The moment the darkness touched her aura, it disintegrated into nothingness.

By choice. Dawn creeps over the walls. Soon she will wake. Soon she will speak. Soon everything changes. And whatever comes, I will not walk away. I am done trying. I will bend fate — or break it — before I let it take her from me.

"It was meant as one." Catherine was thriving. Meeting developmental milestones, making friends at the part-time preschool they'd enrolled her in, displaying the kind of confidence that came from being thoroughly loved. Lucy's memoir was finally complete. She'd titled it "Twist of Fate: Surviving the Unthinkable." Several publishers had expressed serious interest. Her agent was confident they'd have offers within weeks. "Are you sure you want this published?" William asked as Lucy prepared to send the final manuscript to her agent. "It's very personal. Very revealing about our lives."

“Damn it, being tricked like that, I will torture you!” “I see,” she coldly said, “You are afraid, right? You, being a manipulator, hates being manipulated, Ironic.” She pathetically added, “You feared Fate’s existence. You feared that free will was just an illusion, that all of your decisions aren’t yours but are Fate’s verdict. You hated that so much that you took its role instead. With your intelligence, you might have already woven and molded hundreds of people’s lives, to their success or doom.” She curled her lips.

“You deserve to be thoroughly disgraced first and then after that, you deserve to be killed very, very slowly. Do you think I want your filthy plea for mercy? No. What I want is your death punishment but do you know what is going to be sweeter than that? Watching you suffer the process. When all this is over, you are going to be drilled into death step by step until you are out of this world, and newsflash: You can take your filthy plea for mercy to hell with you.” “You bitch!” She snaps, her face looking like a deadly tiger about to pounce on me but right then, the black twirls around my hands slowly start changing back to gold and the twirls are now reaching towards Clarissa with speed. Wh

Unease gripped her heart as she delved deeper into the web of intrigue, determined to uncover the elusive twist that lay concealed. Her search led her to a hidden chamber, a forgotten archive of forbidden knowledge. Within its dusty confines, Lyra discovered an ancient prophecy, a prophecy that foretold the coming together of fated mates from rival packs. But there was a twist—a dark twist that sent chills down her spine. The prophecy spoke of a powerful curse, a curse that would befall the fated mates should they dare to unite. It was a curse that threatened not only their lives but the very essence of their packs.