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my hand went through my hair and looked at my surrounding. A drop of tear fall from my eyes. another message popped on the screen. it read. ____ *Oh don't cry, Risa. you don't feel sad. our fate is not our hand. But your friend's fate is on my palm. don't immediately message me. if you go against the rule you are out of the game and you won't meet your poor friend. so sad of you. You have to be brisk. you have to find your friend. Now the third phase is over.

"But everything else became so hectic, I didn't get the chance to explain. I am sorry." "You know?" Astrid's chest tightens with anticipation. She didn't even realize she was worried about this until now. "I found it written in an old book after we returned to the palace that sometimes fate does not decide a course of a certain thing. It lets you do that and the future spreads into two roads that you could choose which one to walk on. That's why the shaman shows both stones. Yes and no are both true answers to the question." Loras explains. "So fate lets us choose if we are mates or not? How do we do that?"

I could tell that she was unsure how he would react, knowing that she’d been forced to keep shit from him. It surprised her when he kissed her temple and promised her that he wasn’t upset. Her shoulders relaxed as if he’d helped take off some of the weight that she was carrying around. “Fate is a complicated thing and something that affects everyone in different ways. Imagine a complicated game of Chess. Moves that appear to be inconsequential can actually cause a ripple effect that leads to winning or losing the game. Choices, decisions, and actions from us and others have led us to this point in time. Fate is known for its long game. As such, the game began generations ago. I knew that our

What's the Future? It's a blank sheet of paper, and we draw lines on it, but sometimes our hand is held, and the lines we draw aren't the lines we wanted. That is life, isn't it? Fate. Luck. Chance. A long series of what-if's that lead from one moment to the next, time never pausing for you to catch your breath, to make sense of the cards that have been handed to you. And all you can do is play your cards and hope for the best because, in the end, it all comes back to those three basics. Fate. Luck. Chance.

To live long enough to kill him myself. “Then let’s play a game,” he murmured. “A game?” I sneered. He smirked, brushing his lips along my hand until my skin burned. “A game of fate. Everyone gets a fair chance. What’s your wish?” I pressed my palm to his chest, right over his heart. “A bullet. Straight through here.” His laugh was dark silk. “And mine? Simple. To have you begging for my cock, screaming my name like it’s a prayer.”

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

I felt as though I had been through a con artist. “Helena this level of detail is excellent. The key thing about unlocking your Fate heritage is to recognise that you can slow your dreams from one phase to the next, soak in all the details, you are in control, when you are next being dragged through the grass look up and see who has hold of you for example. You are clearly already teaching yourself Fate practice. And get a more private, locked away journal for these scribblings so they are not misinterpreted by those who shouldn’t be viewing them.”

After all, a regular fighter would have depleted their vitality energy after his battle with Frode. “Grand Priest, you’ve heard that if you collect five books, you can become a God, but did you know that these books were born out of the Celestial dynasties’ luck? The techniques can only be cultivated by those with the finest Sapphire Fate. You can’t cultivate it even if you have the books.” “Tyr, these are not the things you should be concerned about,” Grand Priest replied with a grin. “Have you heard about the ways to change your fate against nature?”

Fate has a way to turn impossible things into possible. A person can fight his fate all he wants but in the end, things always turn out how fate wanted them to be. Just like Amber. She was living proof of the games that fate plays. Amber, a woman who was thrown in the woods in the dead of winter by her own mother. She was given to nature for a low agonizing death. Who thought that the little girl her mother and her people thought they got rid of was as alive as the wind.

It was nobody’s business. “What is confusing is that nobody has experienced the pull of the fated mate bond in over 20 years, since the onset of the Fated Plague. There have been no documented mate bonds other than chosen bonds.” Dr. Richard said, pulling me from my thoughts. “Daya… we need you to be honest. Do you have a fated mate?” He asked plainly. Can I lie? Clearly, my fated mate is around this pack and doesn’t care about me. He never tried to find me and now he is having sex with other women to torture me.