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thank you, god! Little does she know that she has ruined the plan of god and Fate altogether and now there is no written fate for him and her. Now Fate is not there, destiny is not there.... now everything that will happen is even unknown to god. They will write their fate... and only time will tell if it is good, bad or.... worst! Leave comments and tell me if you liked it and if you want to read more. Vote and comment and follow me. Love you all. XOXO

She was Fate. “How did that happen? I mean what caused that to happen?” “A Magi wields Magic, so when they come into contact with the Fate whose very essence is Magic it causes a reaction. It’s like a testament of wills, and whoever’s Magic is greater usually wins.” “Right.” lisa replied still not fully understanding. But she glanced over at Mark. “So you could have done that back on day one and I wouldn’t have had to endure any of this…” “No, I mean, yes I could have, but my Magic is not as great as Jame’s and if I were to have performed that test most likely your Magic would have killed me.”

"I'm warning you. There is Death, but after that, there is something worse. There is purgatory, where a devilish man named Sinful decides your fate. Yes, your fate." "First," I say slowly. "Sinful is a stupid name. Second, you're Fate, which means you're either really bad at storytelling, or you aren't as powerful as everyone likes to think." Fate frowns. The expression looks strange on him. "He wants something, and it looks like you're the perfect way for him to get it," Fate muses, and suddenly, the easy smile I want to slap right off him is making an appearance again. "It does follow his namesake, after all."

Her wounds disappearing was enough proof that she had come around though no one knew why she wasn't opening her eyes or mouth. "What's happened to you love. Please wake up and say something." The situation was provoking Jann to curse himself. He was blaming himself for Sara's condition. Walking away without saying anything Jann teleported straight to a place where it all started, the exact place where he was created. Yes, he had recalled the conversation he had with his creator many years ago. His creator once showed him a diary of which he termed as " BOOK OF FATE". He went on and explained to him that it contained everyone's destiny, the already existing, the soon to come and those who'll

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

I heard a loud howl which made me jump. Justin snickered. “Scared? The moon isn’t even completely out yet.” Rachel cracked her knuckles. “I can’t wait to shift once the moon comes up.” I gulped. I planned on finding the treasures and getting away completely from them before that could happen. In this game, Justin was playing the role of an Alpha since we didn’t have an Alpha in our group, Rachel was the Beta, and Logan was the Gamma. Me? Well, I was still kind of…me. Lowest in rank.

he furrows his eyebrow at my words, so I tell him everything Selene told me. When I’m finished, he growls loudly at what Fate has done, not just to me but to others. Fate has always been a trickster. Playing with the lives of everyone, she is a puppet master. People blame their god for how their lives have turned out, but in reality it’s fate’s doing. She is vicious and can destroy you on a whim. No rhyme or reason. It depends on her mood.

Instead, I met his gaze steadily, waiting for him to get to his point. Aldo stepped closer, his voice dropping just enough to make the space between us feel heavier. “Tell me, cara… do you believe in fate?” I raised a brow. “Depends on the day.” His chuckle was low, almost amused. “Then let me put it another way.” He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against my ear as he murmured, “Before the dawn kisses the sky, the pieces on the board will shift. A king will stumble, a queen will bleed, and pawns will think themselves knights… but the real game?” He pulled back, his green eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “It begins tonight.”

Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them. He looked all man now, gone was the usual boyish charm I used to see around him. The caption said, “GHANAIAN MILLIONAIRE? BRIAN SMITH HAS MADE IT ON THE FORBES 100 LIST OF YOUNG RICH MALES.” My heart skipped a beat, a I immediately threw the magazine in the trash can near my desk. God, why? I don’t know what the hell that was, but right after I’d gotten my life on track, and could actually say I was happy, I see this.

The God of Fate was following the destiny of life, she only writes what is just and reasonable, one of the most powerful and revered individuals that no one wanted to defy. Although she already knew that she might not find anything, Zane continued on skimming through the empty pages until she reached the last part. It was as if she was imitating how a person would read a book. As if she could see a dot of ink when in fact everything her eyes landed on were slightly worn out pages that had their edges tinted with black. Like the curse. Just before she closes the book, a piece of folded paper suddenly fell from the pages and landed on the floor.