Twisting Her Fate Novels & Stories

Her father's words echoed like a cursed mantra, each syllable driving the knife deeper into her already shattered heart. She was trapped, a gilded bird with clipped wings, forced to endure the consequences of a life she had never chosen. And in her darkest moments, she couldn't help but wonder if her actions had sealed this fate if picking up Mark's call a few days ago had set into motion a chain of events that led her to this personal hell.

/ she says, but all I hear are words that do not make sense to me. Familiar? Full power? “What—” /“You are not only a wolf shifter, but one of the four Fates known as The Spinner. You spin the threads of fate of every being in existence, including the Gods,”/ she says, while her words shock my system. /“Some may even call you more powerful than the Gods because your power, your essence, it’s tied to the very fabric of fate itself,”/

Maybe I was just tired. My heel had slightly torn on my way out earlier. She noticed it and knelt slightly to help me balance as I adjusted the strap. The moment almost felt… civil. Her hand held my ankle lightly, and I thought for a second that maybe this was her way of trying. But I should have known better. As soon as I fixed the strap and stood again, she rose with me and gave me that same smile. “I just wanted to give you some advice,” she said sweetly. “If you’re planning to win my son’s heart—well, that will only happen in your dreams.”

I stripped off my long wedding gown and spread it on an empty hanger before putting on the simple cloth I found. I was packing my hair in a ponytail as I hurried outside. My breathing increased when I didn't find any car ready to move. "That bastard" I cursed under my breath, "You will pay for this," "Pay for what?" I heard a deep voice behind me. I winced and staggered in fear, resulting in me twisting my leg in the process. Theo rushed to my aid, his left hand grabbing my waist firmly and his other hand wrapped around my neck. So possessive, but in an awkward manner as his elbow was perfectly placed across my braless breast.

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

The air around was really suffocating for her, the rich perfumes and the odour of the exquisite cuisines made her nauseous . A tall man in uniform approached her and handed over her a tray. He pointed a corner to Winter and gestured her to serve... The tray was heavy and slippery, and she barely managed to walk. She felt her head spinning but took all her strength and dragged herself along. She saw a few really handsome men standing in a round and discussing something with utmost interest... Winter never fantasied handsome boys or rich men, it was something good her school life taught her... After serving the gathered men there, Winter turned. She strangely felt some wetness and a hear loud

I scream laughed in protest as he flopped me down on the couch and stared at me from the other end. "That's all you got?" I challenged immediately, jumping up for a 'sneak attack' that wasn't so sneaky. Of course even without the whole hearing people's thoughts thing Edward would have seen my attack coming. I launched myself off the couch, springing forward to grab him around his neck and take him to the ground. That was the plan at least, I got up to him but instead of wrapping my arms around him he redirected me and I was laying face first in the throw pillows on the other end of the massive sectional couch. "Ooo you sneaky bitch!" I flipped around and saw him holding his stomach as he lau

Smiling, I tilted my head and looked at Zydan as I slid my hand down his arm and linked my fingers through his. Although our current situation has settled, our story is only getting started now. This time around, I was looking forward to what fate had in store for us. With a smile, I rested my head and looked at the road ahead. Like the road, there will be many more twists and turns in our future. At least now, we both knew that we had each other no matter what was in store for us.

He was so stiff, she feared that he was having a convulsion. But then, he began to speak in monotone..... like he was in some sort of trance. "She's beautiful..... full of love and light. Danger lurks in her future. She's fated to be his other half. They are destined to fight for their happiness. All the same, if she finds him, her life will be thrown into chaos. It's up to her to weave her way through. She's the game changer" Allen was whitefaced as he stared at his brother.

I compliment with a sly wink and blow her kisses. “Thanks, sweetheart. Is there anyone else who wants to join me at the party tonight?" She asks, and although I initially hesitate, Caroline pulls me up and forcefully drags me to get dressed up. I ended up wearing one of Emilia's dresses, and we head to the club, deciding to let loose for the night before facing our problems tomorrow. After hours of enjoyment at the club house, I'm already feeling tipsy and dizzy. Then I got drag to the dance floors as I can hardly stand straight. As we dance, Emelia leans closer to me,