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

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."

Three individuals find themselves sent to another world following mysterious incidents, one is an ordinary salaryman turned slime chancellor, another a child of human experimentation turned cold hearted daemon and one ordinary boy turned lone savior in search of his family... {Disclaimers} -slight oocs here and there -I don't own anything used here, this is for fun -Uploads may not be consistent so bear with me -Sorry for any fuckups here and there

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.

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.

Gilgamesh from the fate universe 'dies' again, but this time he's transported to the world of TBATE. How will this affect Arthur and his adventures? All credit goes to TurtleMe, the original author of Tbate and @Kimera_1, the author of Gilgamesh in TBATE. By all means, my ff was highly inspired by his and this is not an attempt on plagiarism.

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

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!"

Mahirap ang buhay, lalo na kapag wala kang pera, pero para kay Chantina, mas mahirap pa rin ang maging katulong ni Poseidon Montellier. Masungit, palaging mainit ang ulo, perfectionist, at hindi puwedeng ma-late sa anumang utos nito. Pero sa ngalan ng pera at sa pangarap na matagal na niyang gustong maabot, tiniis niya ang lahat. Isang araw, inalok siya nito ng tatlong milyon kapalit ng isang bagay na hindi niya inasahan - ang magpanggap bilang fiancée ng amo. Halos lumuwa ang mata niya sa laki ng halaga at muntik na siyang himatayin sa kondisyon, pero sa huli, pumayag siya. Akala niya, madali lang ang magpanggap. Pero bilang fiancée ng isang bilyonaryo, kinailangan din niyang masanay sa mga bagong bagay. "Lean on my shoulder," "Hold my hand," "Hug me," "Kiss me" - mga utos na sa simula'y nakakailang, pero sa kalauna'y nakasanayan na rin niya. Kung kailan sanay na siyang kasama ito, saka naman nagbalik ang ina ng mga anak ng lalaki. Mabilis pa sa alas-kuwatro, tinapos nito ang kanilang kasunduan at pinaalis siya sa mansiyon. Parang binuhusan siya ng malamig na tubig, at doon niya napagtanto na hindi lahat ng papel na ginagampanan ay nagiging totoo. Noon lang niya na-realize na mas mahirap ang magpanggap na masaya kaysa magpanggap na fiancée ng amo, at kahit tatlong milyon pa ang kapalit, hindi nito kayang punan ang lungkot at pangungulila niya sa taong natutunan na niyang mahalin.

A multiverse reaction book. You all know what this is. !Caution! There will be ships/head cannons you don't agree with. Deal with it or don't read.

I only gave him one night. One night to prove I wasn't just the human maid cleaning his mansion floors. And by dawn, the Alpha shattered me. He rejected me, humiliated me, and chose another to wear the crown at his side. He never knew that night left me with more than scars. It left me with a son. Two years later, I'm not the weak girl who cried when he cast me aside. And I'm back not for him, but for my child. Kael thinks he can ignore the past. He thinks he can demand my forgiveness. But I don't care about his crown, or his throne, or the Luna who clings to him like she's untouchable. All I care about is protecting my son. And if the Alpha thinks he can claim us now... he'll learn that nothing is fiercer than a mother who refuses to be erased. #rejectedmate #forbiddenbon #onenightstand #Alpha

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.

Krishna grants Esha's wish to visit Dwaparyug for a day, but something goes wrong-she misses her chance to return and gets stuck forever because of her worst enemy! As she navigates this world, will the Prince of Aryavarta come to rescue her? And if they does, can they resist falling for her? More importantly-can she resist falling for the one person she hates? Get ready for chaos, romance, and nonstop banter in this fun-filled Dwaparyug romcom!

Five hundred years ago, the world decided the Hydro Archon Egeria was dead. She wasn't. Now, under the name Lora, she walks Teyvat again with a single objective: to overturn the future that was forced onto her people. The Heavenly Principles wrote a prophecy. Fontaine is meant to drown. The gods are meant to obey. Lora doesn't. Every move matters. Archons, the Abyss, Celestia-everyone is playing their part, all trying to control the board. And Lora? She's already placing her pieces. Passing the throne to Focalors was only the opening move. Because this time, she isn't fighting fate head-on- she's playing for checkmate. No chosen-one nonsense. Just a former god who intends to win-before the heavens realize the game is already lost.

She only meant to help her best friend escape a blind date. He only meant to punish the woman who ruined his family. Neither of them expected love to be the cruelest lie of all. Dr. Mira Das had always been the quiet one - brown-skinned, soft around the edges, a middle-class girl with more kindness than confidence. When she fell for Arav Malhotra, the cold, self-made CEO who saw the world through power and precision, she thought she'd finally been chosen for who she truly was. But love built on secrets never lasts. The night she confessed her feelings - he confessed his revenge. She left him that night with tears in her eyes and a heartbeat growing beneath her own. Four years later, she's no longer the fragile girl he broke - she's a doctor known for her calm, her courage, and her silence. When she's assigned to treat an elderly man in a powerful family's mansion, she accepts - unaware that fate is leading her straight back to the ghost of her past. She doesn't know she's stepped into the home she once dreamed of building with him. And between them stands a truth neither of them is ready to face - a four-year-old boy with Arav's eyes and Mira's heart. "The Weight of My Heart" is a story of love born from lies, hearts stitched together by time, and the kind of forgiveness that hurts more than hate ever could. Because sometimes, the person who broke you is the only one who can put you back together - if fate gives them a second chance. GUYS PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!!!!

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. Nani isn't human. He's a fallen star, delicate and radiant, shimmering with a light that feels too fragile for the world he's landed in. Everything is new and overwhelming-the sounds, the smells, the chaos of life on Earth-but even amidst the confusion, one person makes it feel safe: Sky. Calm, gentle, and endlessly patient, Sky doesn't just see Nani-he understands him in a way no one else could, and slowly, he becomes the anchor Nani never knew he needed. Their days together are a quiet storm of wonder and laughter. Nani learns the small joys of human life-cooking pancakes that collapse into mush, hiding under blankets to sneak glances at cartoons, and mischievously teasing Sky until the older boy can't help but laugh. Sky, in turn, discovers the joy of having someone so fragile to care for, someone who makes his world brighter simply by existing. Their bond grows through playful pranks, stolen touches, whispered secrets, and soft, lingering moments that make hearts race and cheeks flush. Yet, there is always a tension beneath the fluff. Nani is a star, not made for permanence, and his presence is a beautiful,fragile miracle. Every time he glows too brightly, every time he disappears in streaks of stardust, Sky is reminded that the world is not built for him-and that love alone might never be enough to keep him grounded.

-මම අර පිස්සු මායාකාරීගේ වැරදුන මායාවක ප්‍රතිඵලයක්. එක්කෝ අර මලහොන්තුව පිස්සෙක් වගේ කතා කියවලා, ලියලා නිදාගත්තම දකින හීන ඇත්ත වෙනවා. ඒත් දැන් මං කටවහගෙන ඉන්න එක තව දුරටත් කරන්න බෑ.-

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 - 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐫, steps into the glamorous yet cruel world of 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝, ruthless business tycoon known for his arrogance and control. She believes in love, faith, and emotions - while he believes only in logic, deals, and power. Their worlds collide in the most unexpected way - her innocence challenges his authority, her laughter disturbs his peace, and her tears begin to haunt his heart. He wants to hate her, but she becomes his weakness. She wants to stay away, but destiny pulls her closer. From arguments to accidental touches, from anger to an undeniable pull - their relationship becomes a battle of hearts. In his silence, she finds emotions. In her chaos, he finds calm. 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 (𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅), 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒛𝒊𝒅𝒅 (𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔) - 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏 (𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔). ✨ Because sometimes, the most impossible love stories are the ones written by fate itself. [𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖_𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙯]