A Fate Rewritten Novels & Stories

But Emilia’s thoughts was still fixed on the card. Emilia flip the card and saw a hand written marks that were completely different from what was written in the front. She flipped back the card and scratch the part where she saw the different hand writing marks. “Mom?” Hannah was hesitant. She felt something wasn’t right. Due to her mother’s expression. That was when her palm started to sweat. “Oh I’m sorry.” Emilia finally got her mind together as she glanced on Veronica and Hannah, “What did I missed?” “Treat your daughter a fancy dinner or anything. Just a token of appreciation for her hard work.” Veronica suggested.

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she thought. She lowered my head, not letting anyone notice those painful tears. "Cong Rong, you're a great writer, and that's why we gave you one more chance. But I think the fantasy genre is not for you." Her entire world seemed to shatter in those words. Fantasy was her life, but she had to accept her fate. She took a deep breath, letting all her anxiety out. Suddenly, a smile formed on her lips when she recalled her dad's words he once said to her.

I asked when I noticed Brett input a more advanced code for an intern. “I am rewriting the algorithm.” “Why?” I frowned as I leaned closer to the screen. “The program was flawed. I don’t know if it was intentional, but how it was set up isn’t possible. The only way to make it work is to rewrite it with the correct codes.” Brett explained without slowing down his typing speed. “Can you send me the original file?” I straightened my spine and walked back to my desk. “No problem.” Brett responded, and as I sat at my desk, my computer pinged with an alert that I had received an email.

For her to say that, it means that she knew that Jax would become Alpha later…after Axel dies… Hannah just turned eighteen, there’s no way she should know things that haven’t happened yet! Unless… I was not the only one who was reborn. Hannah was reborn, too. As we watched, Hannah stomped to Jax and grabbed his arm. His eyes lit up as she started to chant the sacred words to accept their mate bond. “I, Hannah McAnthony, accept you, Jax Everdeen, to be my mate–” Her father, David, reached for her. “Hannah, wait!”

I thought for sure I could handle anything that fate threw my way. God how wrong I was. I was not the least bit prepared to fight off the mate bond, to will it away and focus on my rage and my sorrow, my need for revenge and a bloody type of closure. I just was not that strong. And it terrified me. I wanted to harden my heart against the bond, to not be affected, but the longer I was around Silas, the less it all seemed to matter.

“I swear half of what she said was just to make herself sound mystical. Who even talks like that?” “She’s not human,” I muttered, leading them back toward the cabin. “She’s something older. Like the Moon Goddess. Maybe older than that.” “She said she was a fate,” Grimm added quietly. “You know what that means, right?” “Thread-pullers,” Wallace said. “Ones who can alter the path of a life with a whisper.” Brad groaned. “So that little cryptic rant she went on could’ve just rewritten our entire future?” “Feels like it,” Crawl muttered.

But… if you have not much of a will in order to achieve it… there at thousands or millions and billions of reasons for you to give up All he thing you do will always be up to you All the path you take always depends on what path you choose It is not about fate… it is not about what was written in your story, it is about your will to change it and carve a new path. It is up to what you would do in order for you to be remove int that path you do not want. If the fate was written with ink an don't a pencil whom you can erase, then why not tear those pages and burn it to remove it. If you can't rewrite your fate… then wipe it out. Eliminate it and make a new story out of it…

he asked, his voice steady, but there was a flicker of something—something raw—beneath the surface. I hesitated, unsure how to answer. A part of me wanted to believe that we could change the outcome, that there was a chance to rewrite the story we were stuck in. But another part of me wondered if fate had already sealed our destinies, and no matter what we did, we were bound to the path the prophecy had laid before us. "Fate can be rewritten," I said softly, the words more for myself than for him. "But only if we fight hard enough."

Chapter Nineteen Chapter Title: I Don’t Know If I Can Ever Forgive You Fred’s POV I stood by the window, watching the clouds move slowly across the sky. My heart was heavy. The world outside looked calm, but inside me, everything was falling apart. I didn’t feel like a prince. I didn’t feel like anything. I just felt… broken. My father was still lying in bed. He hadn’t opened his eyes. The royal healer said his spirit was weak. That he was holding on, but barely. I wanted to believe he would wake up, but a part of me was scared. What if he didn’t?