Another Word For Destiny Or Fate Novels & Stories

My mouth dried up and I was speechless. “I mean, I haven’t stopped thinking about how we met and how things are going for us. Do you believe in destiny or fate?” He asked again. I kept quiet for a while as I tried to think my words through. Destiny and fate, these words were coming back to my head. Was it destiny that brought me Harry on my first day in Free city? Was it fate that got me a job at my husband’s company? Should I believe it was fate? I was puzzled.

As decent as it could get I guess. I turned around but kept on walking backwards. “You know, what we just did, I’m quite sure it’s called connection.” A breathy laugh escaped from Noah’s lips. “Oh darling, I don’t think we are capable of that.” My heart skipped a beat from the endearment he used. “I’m telling you, that’s what it’s called.” All traces of playfulness disappeared from their faces. There was something else. Curiosity? Interest? I couldn’t quite decipher.

My mind is clouded and I can't think straight anymore. The only hope I had to continue living was now gone. He is the only reason I have left to be strong despite what I have experienced in the past month. And now that he's gone, I don't see any reason to continue either. It feels like I'm at a dead end. With no way of going forward or going in other directions.

“Aurora...” Alan smiled. “It means 'dawn'... the first light of a new day.” His gaze returned to their daughter. “And that's exactly what she is to me.” “She brought a whole new beginning into our lives.” Hazel's eyes grew misty as she looked between Alan and their daughter. “Aurora...” She whispered once more before smiling brightly. “It's beautiful.” Ema clasped her hands together dramatically. “Oh, I love that!” Alan chuckled. “I wasn't sure if you'd like it.” Hazel leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. “I don't just like it…” She looked lovingly at the tiny girl sleeping in Alan's arms. “I think our little Aurora wears it perfectly.”

Afraid she might never have a chance at independence. Silence enveloped them both. Even the constant click sound from Jason's laptop wasn't heard, he was listening and Stan hated the fact, so he drew closer to whisper to Sophia and probably infuriate Jason. "You might. It's fifty-fifty now, but I promise you we will try hard You and me. Okay?." She nodded in affirmation but with less enthusiasm, Stan was sure he heard someone scoff from afar. That night Sophia lay on her bed and thought about her life and everything that had happened and even where it was headed. She wasn't sure yet where fate was leading her. But she wasn't in a rush.

“I will teach you about the passion that fuels destiny. Fate isn’t just about the serious and the gloom. It’s also about joy, love, and the fiery passion that drives us forward.” I look at her, curious and slightly apprehensive. The concept of fate always seemed so heavy, so laden with responsibility. The idea that it could also be joyful is both surprising and welcome. This sounded... different. “Passion,” she continues, “is what moves us, what drives us forward. It’s the spark that ignites change, the flame that warms the cold march of destiny. You, as a Spinner, need to understand this passion, to weave it into the threads you spin.”

I was a well trained killing machine. "Come on stubborn girl." Travis continued. Was he honestly planning on staying beside me this whole time? "Are you a stalker?" I asked suddenly whirling around. "You keep appearing around me." "Fate is a funny thing." Travis chuckled stopping the car again. Fate... I hated that word more than anything else. What was fate anyway? It was a thing that determined our path, determined where we went, determined who we loved, it was all a bunch of bullshit if you asked me.

He said and my dad looked at him in shock. “My daughters”? He asked and smiled nervously. “My daughter's just clocked nineteen, they are still young and don't need mates yet. Especially not one who is not their fated”. He said and alpha George nodded. “I understand you want to protect them, but this is an order Micheal. If you don't choose one, you'll have to put both of them on the line and let fate play it's game”. He said and I could see dad bend his head for a long time before he raised his head to look at alpha George.

“Or maybe some things are just inevitable.” Outside, thunder rumbled faintly, distant but certain, like the slow approach of something neither of us could yet name. Is this what they call, fate?

“The pa‍ck⁠ feel‌s​ it. T‌he Moon⁠ feels it. And so does fate.‍” Lyra’s fingers cur⁠led at her side. “Fate is a con⁠venie⁠nt wor‌d,” she said. “It excuses⁠ many t‌hin‍gs.” The Pries‌tess stepped closer, h‌er presenc‍e suddenly heavier, mor‍e opp​ressive. “Your fate i‍s‌ n​o‌t‌ your own al⁠one, Luna,” she mu​rmured. “It never was. It is bound by blood, by vow, b‌y lineage older than this pac​k remembers‌.”