Yours Fatefully Novels & Stories

I'm not sure I've ever heard you use that one. word. “My grandparents tried to erase it from my vocabulary. "So when she opened the mouth, he raised his hand. - I know. I'm being critical again. Sorry. Of any way, yes, I was bewitched. I began to see her as a partner I could build a life. Work, love, children. She's the only woman I've ever met with who I imagined a future and it was pure fucking fantasy. On automatic, he reached for the bowl of peanuts and Adrienne gave a

It is really ironic beyond measure. In the end, is it a shallow fate, or a shallow fate? Whether it was the former or the latter, what was certain was that this fate, was a sinful fate! Right! Sinful fate! Sins of fate ...... should be ended early! This thought, she slowly stretched out a still considered free hand, slowly, slowly, slowly, leaned toward the side of the man's long neck, slowly, buckle his neck ...... is not, as long as she pinched down hard, will cut off the two of them this bad karma?

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

that maybe I would change my mind with time But I hadn’t. I never loved Cassandra and I never will. She was just a friend, nothing more. And yet. . . since fate hadn’t granted me a true mate, maybe it was time to surrender. Maybe it was time to settle. “But we can’t. We’ve come too far to give up now,” my wolf, Wyatt, growled inside me. He had always held onto hope. Always believed she was out there, waiting to be found. But even he was starting to falter.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

I was a well trained killing machine. "Come on stubborn girl." Travis continued. Was he honestly planning on staying beside me this whole time? "Are you a stalker?" I asked suddenly whirling around. "You keep appearing around me." "Fate is a funny thing." Travis chuckled stopping the car again. Fate... I hated that word more than anything else. What was fate anyway? It was a thing that determined our path, determined where we went, determined who we loved, it was all a bunch of bullshit if you asked me.

how could he possibly think that, this made him feel he was going insane all that is happening was just all out of his control and his body,soul and spirits were tired he was really tired ,he wanted to close his eyes and sleep never to wake up again he couldn't take it all he was just a teenager and what he was going through should not happen to him how could he possibly go through all that had happened to him and survive. He now had phycological shadows 'fate!!fate' this is what he kept muttering over and over again fate was really cruel 'I'm only eighteen years old how could you fate,how could you do this really fate' he said silently those words he said were deep engraved on the depth of

That was the only way I could exist in this empty box, where my voice often went unheard. He chuckled. "Do I disgust you now, Izza?" Fate is the most powerful master of all. And she strips your skin off, until you see flesh and bones and blood, the reality behind the pretty skin. It is my punishment for choosing this man. But I was too young, too stupid. Fate is cruel, but they say she is also just. I was still waiting to see that just side of Maseir, the Goddess of Destiny! Months and months of this hellhole, wasn't it punishment enough for my sins?

I thought I was only reading a novel until I woke up inside it. I wake trapped in the body of Seraphina Vale, a noblewoman whose future I know. In the original story, I am destined to die by the order of Crown Prince Adrian Blackthorne, the man I am supposed to marry. Knowing what awaits me, I decide to change everything. I avoid the events that led to Seraphina’s downfall, determined to survive and find a way back to my own world. But everything changes when Adrian arrives earlier than he should and accuses me of trying to kill him. In his hand is a silver dagger engraved with my name. I know that dagger never existed in the story, and I realize someone is changing the plot. As