Fate Stories

It was one night. No names no feelings. But nothing is that simple when the impossibly hot stranger Ava encounters is heir to the Caponelli mafia... This book is available in print and now as a webcomic on WEBTOON! ***** Ava Moretti is a mafia princess with a fiery personality and an aversion to doing what she's told. Nick Caponelli is next-in-line to lead the Caponelli mafia - and he is used to getting exactly what he wants. When they meet by chance one night neither has any idea they are from rival crime families. After a night of passion they are supposed to part ways and never see each other again. But what happens when fate has bigger plans? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of sexual activity violence and drug use which may be triggering for some readers. Cover designed by Ashley Bandy

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan's side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon's humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. "Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please." Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

Eve thought finishing her first year of university would mean freedom. Instead, it feels like falling - fast. When she meets Michael at a summer party, everything she's bottled up starts to spill out: her fear of failing, her hunger for more, the dizzy pull of someone who finally sees her. He's older. Confident. The kind of man who makes rules just to break them - and now, he's her new boss. Between the chaos of the kitchen and the pull of a man she shouldn't want, Eve discovers what it really means to burn for something - or someone - too much. Sneak Peek: "You should wear your hair up more often," he murmurs, his breath skating across my skin. "It shows the back of your neck." His lips graze that exact spot. "I like the back of your neck, shortcake." The contact is featherlight but somehow burns. His arms bracket me, caging me in without touching. Except for his breath, warm and devastating. I shiver. "W-what?" I manage to say, already breathless. "You heard me." His eyes roam my face, unapologetically, like he's memorizing the shape of every reaction. "And you're allowed to talk to boys," he says, voice low, full of unfiltered intent. "But when it comes to anyone making you feel good-" He finds my hip with one hand. The heat of it steals the sound right out of me. "Say, laugh," he continues, "or come-" His fingers slide slowly up my side, and my eyes snap to his. He's not smiling anymore. He looks possessed. "You're mine." He grips both my hips now and, with ridiculous ease, lifts me onto the desk. His voice drops, primal. "Open."

He was the 10/10 handsome backbencher, always surrounded by his squad. she was the focused topper, always on time, always in her world. They were two different poles, but destiny had a different plan. Brother from another mother or her love partner??

Percy Jackson / The Lightning Thief - Sea of monsters - ??? -ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ- 'The girl with Golden eyes And the boy with ocean eyes Will meet in a time in need Two souls intertwined Once again The fates answer their wishes With pity For the fate they have chosen For them' -ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ- Percy Jackson x Oc

Toda Koharu was modest citizen/otaku. He loves to read manga, watch anime, ya know? The usual. Wait till he finds out that gets Isekai'd from overworking himself to try and buy SQs for FGO. Now in the body of Artoria Pendragon, does he have what it takes to survive and possibly dominate the Date a Live universe? Disclaimer: I do not own Fate or Date a Live, Fate is owned by Type:moon studios and they do not belong to me, as well as all of the art and cover i used in this fanfic. now sit back, relax and i hope y'all enjoy

Jaune Arc... A Simple Boy Who Never Dreamed Of Being A Huntsman But Instead... A Knight... As He Gained Special Power. How Will This Simple Boy With A Dream Will Impact The Story Of RWBY?

Souls are interesting things, said to contain the experiences of your previous lives. Reincarnation is weirder, a new life, a new person, made from the same soul but doesn't remember their past life. This soul may remember, but she might end up with more than she thought. Ranks: #4 - Persona - 3/14/22 #1 - Persona - 6/30/22 #1 - Persona - 4/16/24 #1 - Fate - 4/16/24

Asher transmigrated to the Land of Shadows, day after day, year after year, training with his Shishou Scáthach. Afterwards, in the evening after martial arts training, Morgan le Fay would also teach him magic. Initially, he got along very well with Morgan le Fay, which gave him a very good impression of her. Until one day, Morgan le Fay suddenly said to him, "A week later will be the time of choosing the king. My sister Artoria will go to pull out the Sword in the Stone and become king... I have something I need your help with." "What is it?" Asher asked. "Take the Sword in the Stone before her, and marry her." "???" "The curse is activated. From today onwards, you must find a way to marry Artoria!" This is a world where timelines are intertwined. He had pulled the Sword in the Stone, resolved the conflict between Scáthach and her sister, and even helped Gilgamesh. Asher originally thought he would continue adventuring like this. Until one day, he was summoned by the Holy Grail. Looking at this group of old acquaintances in front of him, Asher awkwardly waved his hand and said, "Hello everyone..." Artoria smiled and raised the holy spear in her hand high "Shine at the End of the World, Rhongomyniad!"

©2024 COPYRIGHTS. ❝It's you i want not your virginity, literacy or marriage count.❞ Nabeel became her shadow, her protector in a world that had abandoned her. He fought for her, bled for her, and, in the end, claimed her as his own. In his arms, she found not just love, but a savage devotion-something she never imagined she would experience in this lifetime. And as their worlds collided in passionate, dangerous harmony, Umaimah learned that love, when it finds you, doesn't come with the gentle caress of a fairy tale; it comes with the weight of a storm. Umaimah, a village girl with a heart heavy with desperation, was shackled by the cruelty of her adoptive parents, who treated her more as a servant than family. Her dreams, whispered in the dead of night, were filled with visions of escape-escape from the suffocating village that never saw her worth. Her first and only hope of salvation lay in marriage, but even that fate seemed to mock her. Three engagements had been broken, each leaving her more jaded, and now, at the ripe old age of "marriageable despair," she found herself cast aside, an unwed relic in a world that valued only brides. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. She was sent to the city as a maid-a meager consolation, but one that allowed her to slip away from her tormentors, to vanish into the sprawling anonymity of the urban jungle. She didn't just wish to escape; she needed to find her real parents, the bloodline that might redeem her.

They say history celebrates its heroes, remembers its villains, and erases its 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. But nothing erased stays hidden. Mistakes are meant to burn. Suffocate. Ache. They coil around the finger until it bleeds-or are carried by a yuga-but they never stay buried. An ordinary girl, Tarika Singh, entered Dwaparyug-and learned fire does not always burn. Sometimes- The scorching heat is Karn, the abandoned giver. The silent flare is Yudhishthir, the puppet of dharma. The cackling flame is Bheem, the weapon of vengeance. The curling smoke is Arjun, the dancer of battlefields. The biting spark is Nakul, the healer of destruction. The glowing coal is Sahdev, the foreseer of destiny. They say, fear the villains. As if they began it all. As if the world were not threads - pulled, twisted, strangled - each cutting the other. Some thread tightens like Duryodhan, desperate for the crown. Some knots itself like Dushasan, loyal until he forgets where he ends. Some loosens itself like Vikarn, questioning even the blood in his veins. It is law...threads burn when touched by flame. Only she decides whether they bind or snap. But She is no longer Tarika here. And the myth is no longer myth. 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂. Daughter of the Sun. Sister of warriors. The ruiner... or the redeemer? It depends on who tells the tale. Because, To hear of the Mahabharata is one thing. To live it, surrounded by unknown faces, is another. Among the 'unknown', two men became her world, standing beside her, one like a vow, the other like a sin. Both willing to fall, if it meant she would not stand alone. "I wonder if the stars are jealous- they've never been looked at the way I look at her." "If the gods made her... perhaps they aren't so useless after all." ▪previously titled as Threads of Flames

The war's over. The monsters are gone. The demigods can finally chill... right? Yeah, no. Instead of getting a break, they're shipped off to a magic school in the middle of nowhere-because apparently, wand-wavers need help. Now the demigods are stuck dodging enchanted staircases, nosy professors, and British gossip columns obsessed with their "royal status." Oh, and there's definitely something shady going on that nobody wants to talk about. Welcome to Hogwarts. Try not to start another war.

In 2025, Jungkook sets out on his university trip, but gets lost in a dense forest. Struggling to find his way, he finally reaches a lonely road-only for a truck to come speeding toward him. The world goes dark. When he opens his eyes, he is no longer in his own time. It is 1754. The forest is the same, yet different-shadows of another era. He finds himself surrounded by enemy soldiers, their blades aimed at him. Before death can reach him, an arrow strikes a soldier through the chest. Behind him stands General Kim Taehyung-dark hair, piercing eyes, blood dripping from his sword. His entire army is at his back. Jungkook collapses, unconscious. When he awakens, he realizes the cruel truth: he has fallen into the past. Lost in time, torn from everything he knows, he must now survive in a world ruled by swords, blood, and fate. But in the midst of war and chaos, Jungkook finds himself drawn to the one man who saved him-the General himself. Will Taehyung accept love from another man, in a time where such love is forbidden? Or will fate separate them, leaving behind only broken promises beneath the stars? it's my first story hope you guys like it top ~tae bottom ~jungkook taekook yoonmin namjin Jhope

Veeranshu Singhania - a name the world speaks with respect, and the underworld mutters with fear. He is the cold, commanding CEO of singhania company, a luxury empire so powerful that nations bend before its influence. But that is only his daylight face. Because Veeranshu isn't a monster only in the dark... He is a devil in both worlds. The corporate world surrenders to his brilliance. The underworld bows to his brutality. And he takes pride in both. His personality is carved from ice and dominance. Calm on the outside, chaos on the inside - he carries a rage so deadly that a single spark can turn him into destruction itself. He does not feel love. He does not believe in mercy. For him, power is the only truth, and everything else is noise. Fear isn't just something he creates - it's what he breathes. Lies and betrayal are sins he never forgives. Once crossed, he doesn't destroy you immediately. he destroys your whole world first. In the underworld, he is unstoppabale. And everywhere he walks... shadows become his followers. Tara Sehgal is a world-class neurosurgeon - the kind who walks into an operation theater like it's her battlefield and walks out victorious every single time. Failure is a word she has never let touch her scalpel. But her life was never as simple as white coats and bright lights. Her childhood wasn't soft, safe, or normal. She grew up witnessing things no child should ever see, and those scars shaped her into the quiet, unshakeable force she is today. Because Tara is not just a doctor. She is more. Much more. Behind her steady hands and calm smile lies a woman who carries secrets heavier than blood and a strength deeper than the wounds she hides.Her hazel eyes tell stories she never speaks - stories of survival, of pain, of resilience, and of a fire that refuses to die. Tara Sehgal is brilliance in daylight, and something far more dangerous in the shadows. A woman impossible to understand... and even harder to control.

Shirou Emiya with memories of all 3 Canon paths of Fate/Stay Night. Fate, Unlimited Blade Works and Heaven's Feels. The story will start with Shirou and 5th Grail War and Extend to Grand Order and Beyond.

Athanasia died at the hands of her father Claude in her third life because he had lost his memories of her. But she was reincarnated once more but into another world and in the kingdom of Uruk however the last thing she expected was to be born as Gilgamesh daughter. "Why can't I have a normal father for once?" [This will not be completely Accurate of either stories]

On the night of his first full moon after turning eighteen, beta werewolf Aiden's world shatters-he isn't fated to his human girlfriend Evelyn, as he always believed. Instead, the Moon Goddess binds him to the most powerful and feared werewolf alive: the Alpha King. Fate has never paired two males, let alone an alpha and a beta. But the bond is real, undeniable-and dangerously forbidden.

Mercan's life was never hers to choose. Trapped between family debts, forced promises, and a future decided by others, she finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted. Ateş is a man built from fire and scars - driven by revenge, power, and a past he refuses to forgive. When their paths collide, love becomes dangerous, and fate turns cruel. Some bonds are written in blood. Some loves are born in fire. And some choices change everything. NOTE: This is a work of fiction inspired by Turkish dramas. All characters and events are fictional.

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💫 Some journeys are written long before we walk them... Maliha thought her path ended when her heart shattered, while Asrib believed silence was easier than facing the truth. Roshaane, on the other hand, never knew falling in love could feel like both a storm and a home. In a world where broken promises, forced choices, and unspoken love weigh heavy, fate dares to intertwine their roads. Hearts will clash, secrets will unfold, and love will demand more than just courage-it will demand surrender. Fated Roads - Book 4 of the Be Mine Series. Because sometimes, the heart doesn't choose the road... the road chooses the heart.