Accept Your Fate Novels & Stories

Dwayne tittered and threw a quick-asking look as if he had heard a shaggy dog story. "Me! I'm her father. I don't care about the baby. In fact, it is the reason why my wife died all of a sudden! So I don't want this bsby either! As long as my daughter is safe and no baby around, I'll be at ease! I can be the blood donor if—" Dwayne didn't finished his words yet when the doctor speak again. "You're not matched." "What?" Mr. Lewis asked hoping that he have heard it wrong.

At first, the young girl looked pissed that I gave her an order, but then her face fell and her attitude changed when I mentioned dying. “Well we can’t have that; Ashe has put a lot of faith in you young King.” She stood up straight with her hands on her hips and her eyes trained on me, looking very serious suddenly. “I am Andie, and I give you your third gift: Fate. By accepting this gift you pledge to answer when you are called upon by fate. Your fate lies with your Queen. Are you ready to accept your gift Gladiator, Wolf King?” Ashe said I had to accept my fate whenever that may be. Hadn’t that been exactly what I have been doing my whole life? I nodded my head. “Yes I accept my fate. Now

The words fall out of me with such certainty it feels like they were waiting to be spoken. “I’m the one he chose,” I go on, feeling my wolf press forward, flooding me with strength. “The one fate chose for him.” There’s a strange calm rushing through me, the kind that comes when you stop doubting and start owning the truth. “I accepted him as my mate when you were foolish enough to let go of what you’d been blessed with. Blessings don’t wait around forever. Fate doesn’t bless the ungrateful. You had your chance, and you lost it.”

Besides, considering their age, staying up late wasn't an option. Once they left, Rylan's face darkened. Observing this, Aaron sighed silently and consoled him, "Rylan, some things cannot be forced. If it's not meant to be yours, let it go." Rylan tightly pressed his lips, remaining silent. He never believed in fate, and he was unwilling to accept the course of destiny. All fate brought him was pain. He couldn't accept what he desired to be destined to belong to someone else. Since fate was unfair, he would strive for it on his own terms.

"Wait, Leo. Stop! He wasn't happy when he saw me." "How do you know that?" "He walked away from me in annoyance." "Really. That's not a good sign then. Let's not assume things or conclude based on that. Let us patiently wait for the acceptance phase." What happens in the acceptance phase is that we all accept those whom we have found as our mates and promise to be one forever.

I will protect the Pack that gave me shelter. Both were my fate. A destiny I can't change from the day I embarked on this path. And now... I accept the will of fate. I will carry out its design. I will do what must be done... My way.

“Fated mates were believed to be gone. It’s been decades since anyone has been blessed with one. Daya and I still don’t understand why we were chosen by the Moon Goddess. We have gone so long without fated mates, that nobody really remembers, or knows, how everything works.” “I never took you as the kind to take forever to get to the point, Darius. If you all don’t explain this to me in the next five seconds, I’m going to lose it and tear your heads off,” I threaten, feeling my claws extending. He presses out of his seat and returns my energy with his own threatening glare. “What Alpha Darius is trying to explain is that Emmy rejected you, but you never accepted her rejection,” Lucas chimes

With tears in my eyes, I shut them and accepted, “I, Mallory Adonis, accept your rejection, Ace.” As I said those painful words, I passed out.

Fate was a jerk, who would not accept being challenged, if someone rejected his first chance, then he might find his second, but if for whatever reason there was one more rejection, then that person would die and there was no known case where anyone had survived. "Just like I might trip now and break my neck." I shrugged. "Death hasn't scared me since I was 8 years old, when I killed for the first time, or else when I saw three of my friends die, one of them being in my arms. Either you accept that it's going to happen, sooner or later, or you stay your life trying to run away from something that is inevitable."

She turns toward him, her voice full of rage and desperation. “Accept it! Accept the fucking rejection, dammit!” Fury breathes heavily, clearly fighting the pain. I see it in his eyes, the war—the hesitation. “No, Fury,” I whisper, stepping closer, my hand brushing against his shoulder. “Don’t accept it. Don’t let her win like this.” He looks up at me, eyes glossy with unshed tears… but also shining with something else: relief. And then, he exhales. “I, Fury,” he rasps, “accept your rejection.”