Fate Stained - Part One

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Summary

The Stained Series - Book Three Fate has a lot to answer for. Fate has cheated Quinn out of so many things in her life; her childhood, her family, her mate…what more could life possibly throw at her? What more could fate possibly have up their sleeve? A second chance at life has Quinn dwelling on the past and struggling to move on with her future. If Quinn doesn’t start focusing on the present instead of chasing ghosts then she just might find herself losing more than she bargained for. The dark, sexy and suspenseful third instalment to The Stained Series will leave you gripping on to the edge of your seat - for more reasons than one.

Status
Complete
Chapters
46
Rating
5.0 45 reviews
Age Rating
18+

Chapter 1 - Prologue

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Fate…I’d never thought much about it. The idea that from the moment you set foot on this earth your destiny wasn’t yours to make. It was already written in stone, or in the stars…or whatever you chose to believe. Absolutely nothing you did or didn’t do in your day-to-day life had any bearing on what the future held for you, because three Goddesses somewhere had already threaded your outcome.

So, what if the Goddesses got it wrong?

Now, I know what you’re thinking - they’re Gods! They can’t get it wrong!

But, what if they did?

I was fated a mate once: blue eyes like sapphires and the most intoxicating scent. Even after all this time, I could still smell her, still feel her skin under my touch. I would have done anything for her, and I did. I made the ultimate sacrifice. I threw myself into the depths of Hell to save her life.

Had that been my fate?

Was my whole existence designed around saving hers?

What if the Gods got it wrong?

What if they’d turned their backs for that one split second when I jumped through the portal?

Would they have stopped me?

Or maybe they didn’t get it wrong. Maybe I had done something so horrible, so grotesque in a past life and this was always meant to be my outcome.

Yes. That was more than likely what happened.

The Gods never got it wrong.

This was my existence now. Days bleeding into nights. Nights bleeding into weeks. Weeks bleeding into months. Months bleeding into years.

Continuous torture, pain, loneliness…

Because the Goddesses fated her to me.

The Gods never got it wrong.

Did they?