Believe In Fate Novels & Stories

"What if I can't this time?" "Then you can't. And the world moves on without you, and someone else picks up the fight." I said it bluntly because she needed to hear it. "But I don't think that's what happens. I think you're exactly where you need to be, with exactly the power you need, at exactly the right moment." "You sound like you believe in fate." "I believe in patterns. And the pattern I see is someone who refuses to stay dead." I smiled slightly. "That's not fate. That's stubbornness. And stubbornness is far more useful than destiny."

I took his hand and kissed it gently. Outside the window, brilliant fireworks rose into the sky, illuminating the entire night and his handsome profile. I looked into his eyes, clear and bright in the starlight. No false messages would ever come between us again. "Never again," I said softly, "Because this time, our fate is in our own hands." The nightmare of my past life had finally ended. In this life, there was only my beloved by my side and peaceful days ahead.

Victor spoke before I opened it. "Before you read it," he said, "I want you to understand something. I stayed after he left. I stayed and transferred my loyalty to you because I believed you were not your father. I have believed this for eight years." He paused. "Tonight I am asking you to prove it." I looked at him. Then I opened the document. I read.

" I pause to think the question over for a moment. Through the throbbing in my brain, I process the meaning of fate, and I conclude that I do believe. After all, how else can I explain the way that I came to meet Zion Velucia? What other explanation could there be for the way we have come to share so much, when we are such different people with different backgrounds and social status? I'm pretty sure that there are things in this world that are just beyond our control. There's got to be a force of nature that drives things along. If that is fate, then it must be real. "I think that everything happens for a reason, wether or not we can understand. There are things that no matter how hard we t

The countryside moved past in its Sunday afternoon configuration — quieter than the weekday, slower, the kind of light that arrived in October at this hour and made everything look as if it were being considered before being given to the dark. "Can I ask you something?" he said. "Always." "Do you believe in fate?" Adrian was quiet for a moment. He drove the way he did most things — without excessive attention, the competence at rest. "I believe in the probability of certain things converging," he said carefully. "I believe that people who pay attention to their lives are more likely to be in the right place for certain moments than people who don't." He paused

He rarely said my name, which made my heart break a little. I turned towards him and looked at him. “That night.” He said, eyes dark, unguarded. “Was the first time I believed in fate.” My breath caught. “And now?” I asked. His gaze dropped to his injured hand. “Now.” He said. “I believe that fate always comes back to collect.” I left but the memory stayed. ----------------------------------------------

I launch myself off, Roll in the air and land on my feet for a perfect dismount. Jayson eyes went wide and he looked like he was going to save me again, but then relaxed. I fix my hair and walk to him. "Do you believe in fate?" He scrunched his brow. "Like it's all in the cards kind of thing?" I lean on the machine beside him. "Yeah. Like no matter what, the universe keeps pulling you in a certain direction. Fate." He shakes his head. "Never had reason to. Fates not really for guys like me. Why?"

“Sometimes they’re just our minds trying to make sense of things. But even if it means something, you don’t have to carry the weight of it alone.” “That’s easy for you to say,” I muttered. He chuckled softly. “No, it isn’t. I just choose to believe that fate will reveal things when the time is right. Until then, all you can do is your best. Let the goddess and fate handle the rest.” I turned that over in my mind for a moment, and annoyingly enough, it actually made me feel better. “You always say things like that so easily,” I said. “That’s because you worry enough for both of us.”

"Dreams?" "Of the Convergence. Of Moonhaven being swallowed by darkness. Of you, though I didn't know it was you then. Just a woman with starlight in her hands, trying to hold back the tide." He stares into the fire. "I knew then I couldn't escape this. It was always going to find me." "Do you believe in fate?" I ask softly. "That some things are just... meant to be?" He turns to look at me fully, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames. "I believe in choice. That even if forces larger than ourselves put us on a path, how we walk it is up to us."

“I kind of like the idea that the universe is smiling on the two of us being together. What about you? Do you believe it was fate?” Aiden sipped his wine thoughtfully, his hazel eyes dark with thought. Slowly, he set his glass down and leaned forward as if he were telling me a secret. “Up until a little under three weeks ago, I used to believe that fate was a word that the hopeless used to describe random chance. That fate was just a coward's way of hoping for the future or explaining the past. It didn't have any substance or meaning.” “What happened three weeks ago that changed your mind?”