Another Word For Destined Novels & Stories

“My bad.” Victoria sighed again. She’d finally given up on trying to fight me. I could hear her rubbing her eyes through the phone. “A fated mate,” she said gently. “Is different than a chosen mate. It is someone who the universe has destined you to be with. People who are with their chosen mates are said to be able to awaken their deeper, more wonderous powers.”

"I think you deliberately followed and tracked me until you could be here." Kairos nAaroned his eyes. He didn't appreciate being accused by Edward like that. After all, what was the benefit of following Edward? "Don't make baseless accusations. In fact, this is what we call destiny." Edward sighed lazily. His face clearly showed his disapproval of what Kairos was saying. "Destiny, you say? Since when are we destined to meet? It feels more like a disaster having to meet you here." Kairos clicked his tongue.

These were all Vaelor's ancestors. Only a few had kind eyes, the rest were unsurprisingly cold. Finally I stopped at the last portrait. Just beside it was an empty frame. There was already an inscription beneath the frame. “The Destined One.” I didn't know what it meant, but it sure didn't stop chills from rising through my bones. The door suddenly opened, my head whirling towards it. Annie stepped in. Before I could be questioned on how I landed here, I spoke first, “Let's get going.”

And what did they mean by unlocking the door to my true destiny? As if sensing my curiosity, the figure smiled faintly, their eyes sparkling with ancient wisdom. “This key will unveil the path that has been waiting for you all along,” they whispered, their voice carrying a melody that resonated deep within my soul. “But remember, dear one, destiny is not always a predetermined destination. It is a journey—a tapestry woven by your choices and the whispers of your heart.”

I didn't use those words while I poured out my turbulent mental meanderings to Aya. "Cáel, destiny cuts both ways," my little imp bathed me in her insightful purity. "If we listen, it prepares us for what we must do. Destiny also places us in situations where we know what should be done. We do not hide behind such concepts as Fate, Dadda.

I could still remember the words she said, which resonated in my mind. "We're still young and we have the future ahead of us. He might find someone else and so will I as the years go by. But if, someday, our paths cross again, and we're both strong enough to face whatever comes next, and we still feel the same… I guess that's destiny. I believe in perfect timing, Gav."

Destiny is a dangerous word. --- It sounds like certainty. --- Like something already written. --- Already decided. --- But the truth— --- Is heavier than that. --- Because destiny… --- Is not what is meant to happen. --- It is what you choose to carry. --- The world moved again. --- Not breaking. --- Not collapsing. --- Becoming. --- Every choice echoing outward— --- Shaping something still unfinished. --- And at the center of it— --- They remained.

She asked him. “No,” he dropped his eyes back to the notepad. “But I don’t like boyfriend,” it was muttered. “De facto?” She suggested. He grimaced. “So hippy.” She sighed out a breath and turned back to her page. “Fated mate?” “What the f–k is a fated mate?” He demanded. “What are we, dogs?” “It is a term they use in certain romance genres to describe a relationship between two people where destiny draws them irresistibly together.”

I didn't expect he would agree. We were on our way when I remembered what Nanny Cynthia had told me. I don't want to end up like her, but what can I do? Watching the houses passing by through the windshields makes me think deeper. Sometimes I dream if I could only be a commoner and not rich, so what will be my fate? I probably don't need to get married for the sake of a company. Shit, I don't need that company to have a better future. I can work and use my ability and knowledge.

The more he observed, the more he sensed the delicate balance between the ordinary and the mystical. As they walked, Darius couldn't help but steal glances at John. John was unlike anyone Darius had ever met. He carried a unique scent, both new and familiar, like a song you couldn't quite place. The scent wrapped around Darius and his bear, evoking a strange feeling, almost like a distant memory from when he believed in stories about fate, mates, and destiny. Could fate be playing tricks on him? The thought lingered in his mind as he grappled with the idea.