Audentes Fortuna Iuvat Novels & Stories

mused an Athenian soldier, their words reflective of a collective yearning for clarity. As Livia stood at the intersection of past grievances and a hopeful future, the cosmic energies intensified. Quoted conversations within her heart echoed a silent plea for forgiveness and redemption: "Maximus, forgive the betrayals that stained your memory. In this cosmic convergence, may our destinies be reshaped, and the echoes of your honor restored," Livia whispered, her gaze fixed upon the celestial spectacle above.

Snapping his finger, everything around him all went back into motion. A crow wearing an intricate golden necklace, swooped down to get the paper and flew on top of his shoulder. He grabbed the paper and read it. A very familiar phrase greeted him. "Capax Infiniti." —♦❇❇❇♦— A/N: "Quaecumque vera doce me" and "Capax Infiniti" are both Latin phrases/sentences. Here are their translations: ◾"Quaecumque vera doce me" — Teach me whatsoever is true. ◾"Capax Infiniti" — He who holds the infinite.

Hona likha tha yunhi jo huaa Yaa hote hote abhi anjaane mein ho gaya Jo bhi hua, hua ajeeb Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb Zehnaseeb, zehnaseeb Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb (Whatever was written in fate should happen, has that happened or did it just happen unknowingly, just like that.. Whatever happened, was strange.. I love you beyond limits, O my good luck..) Suddenly, she stopped laughing and look in my direction . I was already looking at her intensely. Feeling my drastic emotions and intense gave her eyes lower down with shyness.

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”

She ranted. Mina smiled. “Fate, maybe?” She asked, quite teasing. Patrice rolled her eyes. “Fate? I don’t really believe in those kinds of things.” She replied. “Maybe my luck is pretty fouled up, don’t you think?” She asked Mina. Mina shrugged. “I don’t know. But whatever it is, maybe it is what is supposed to be.” She replied as she punched the remaining orders. Patrice sighed and took the tray of orders. *Fate? Yeah right.* She thought as she delivered the orders.

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

Smiling softly, I took a step closer to them and spoke the words I had wanted to say ever since I’d first felt their marks burn into my skin. “Mates,” I began, my voice trembling but certain, “I believe luck is finally on my side for having found you both—fated to me. I know I’m not perfect, but I promise I’ll keep trying every day to be the best version of myself, as I have since the moment we met.” My hand drifted to my lower abdomen, the warmth there grounding me. “Not just for you both,” I whispered, “but for the future that grows within me. I just hope you’re ready—for me, for us.”

"So he tested me like I was a product." "He confirmed what he already knew," Graves corrected calmly. "And as a result, you were written into his estate plan. Retroactively and irrevocably." Anya leaned back in her chair, the white walls around her suddenly too close. "He could've called," she said. "Written. Anything." Graves didn't answer. "He could've said something. Anything." Still nothing. "And now I'm supposed to believe this is his idea of a gift? A fortune I didn't ask for, tied in knots, handed to me by a stranger?"

If the bracelet could suppress my misfortune, then it could naturally save her as well. Miraculously, Jane woke up the very next day. However, after losing the bracelet’s suppression, my condition spiraled out of control. I became what I am now, someone with a bizarre curse where anyone who tried to harm me would have their misfortune rebound back onto them. Yet, why was that bracelet on Hugh’s wrist now? On second thought, the reason my “Misfortune Rebound” power had suddenly stopped working today was probably because of the bracelet. “Where did you get this bracelet?”