A Fated Encounter Novels & Stories

He was destined to know Jasmine, and he was also destined to obtain the . He turned to Jasmine and said earnestly, “Frankly, when a person meets another person, it is a fateful meeting. Perhaps, many things are already destined to happen without us knowing it.” Jasmine blushed timidly and asked in a low voice, “Master Wade, do you mean to say that we are destined to meet each other? That our meeting is fate?”

It was like I ran from something for years and at last, I thought I was free when I actually fell right into the arms of that thing I have been avoiding. This is the least I could describe about the encounter with Jonathan and Amy and most importantly, my meeting with Alexander for the first and next time. Maybe, the view of Casa Del Mar can be related to that. I have never believed in fate. But, after everything happened, I came to a conclusion that there are two fates I could not avoid in any circumstances. One- the departure of my loved ones, possibly deaths. Two- the intrusion of the people who hate me and whom I hate the most. And Alexander fell in both categories before. It was good wh

Rhazian My eyes scanned the misty field. It had been a touchy couple of weeks, but it was finally time to end Apollo’s threat once and for all. Taylor and I had arrived at the fae palace the day after Saveta had shown up at my door with wolves. The moment we were situated in our suite, I began summoning my creations. I had felt the ties lock into place as each one fell back under my control.

She was never an accident or a mistake in the matter of fact She was fated to meet him like the goddess Erlah had matched them in between the timelines in which they would intersect. “Who might you be?” Leonard asked in the most sinister hiss that he could ever muster to blab out of his pot hole in which never ceases to annoy and toy with their weakness the minute he finds out the weak spot in them both in which he has it all figure out already which is; their bond. The imprint.

Maybe even uncertainty. "I've never been mated to the one Celeste chose for me... I must have killed more than a hundred of my mates to get to this point. To get here with you..." "Why would you kill the one you were supposed to be fated to?" I ask unsurely. "Because Onyx saw the future. He saw you and what you meant to him. Fated mates aren't always as they are expected to be Lilith. Sometimes our chosen means more..." "I disagree." Even as the words leave my mouth, I know they will anger him, and they do. He swipes the uneaten food and tray from my lap and moves to pin me back on the mattress.

That we were two peas in a pod and that if one of us went somewhere, the other was sure to follow. The most intoxicating scent of honey and vanilla wafted to my nose as I reached the stage. My wolf started running in circles excitedly, and I knew what the smell meant. My mate was somewhere nearby. "Mate," I whispered, and the word echoed beside me; turning my head, I noticed that the scent of his mate had also entrapped Milo. What a coincidence that we should find our mate simultaneously on such an important night.

Silas became quiet as he played with my fingers. "How about the fated ones," I asked softly. "That is rare. Two people with their future intricately intertwined, bound to destroy or save each other. No matter how far away they are, they always find a way to each other. It's argued if they are actually soulmates or not but things can get pretty intense between the fated." Silas hummed. "A little like chaos," he said quietly. "Taiti, have you found your fated," he suddenly asked, turning towards me. I lifted my head from his shoulder. My breath hitched as I answered.

The task force settled into their assigned tables, keeping the appearance of cooperation alive. But Jace remained quiet. Watching.Feeling. Slowly realizing something he hadn’t been ready to admit, not even to himself. This wasn’t just a bond with Mira anymore. It had never just been that. The ache in his chest wasn’t just for her. The curiosity he felt around Rhett wasn’t just strategic. It wasn’t even physical. It was tethered to something old. Fated. Coiled around instinct and identity. The gods had a cruel sense of timing and an even crueler sense of humor.

I don’t have to wait long. “The second you saw each other, the rest of us—the rest of the world—no longer existed. It’s an obsession that slowly builds and builds. Want turns to need, and the two become so tightly woven you don’t know which call is the strongest.” He’s talking about the fated mates' soul-bond. I know that at once. But the way he’s describing that first meeting is as if he’s experienced it himself. “You and mom were fated mates?” That I even have to ask reminds me once again that me and my father are barely more than strangers.

But still, a little part of me wished he never found out, wished he brushed everything away as a coincidence. “It was a coincidence,” I added and he chuckled faintly. Then rolled his tongue in his mouth. “A coincidence huh?” He asked, looking out of the balcony. He returned his burning gaze to me.“Right. So you coincidentally show up every time Leela and I have a fight. You also fucking coincidentally brought me to the same damn restaurant to have dinner, and it's also a coincidence that it was empty?!” “You are overthinking….” “Choose your words carefully Liam,” he dropped, and my voice snagged. “I want the truth. The fucking truth,” he added.