Bound By Fate Broken By Love Novels & Stories

At this time, Lina had returned home, she angrily went straight to her room when the sound of her parents talking caught her attention and stopped to listen even though her whole body was drenched. “ Baby, so we were right with that hypothesis, people have predestined fate and two people come together in this life because of the affection of their previous life.” “ That's right, now just need to verify with the device that the past life that you researched, our spiritual research can be said to be half successful.”

Ian's confidence in challenging my belief was intriguing, and I leaned in closer, my eyes searching his face for any signs of jest or hidden meaning. "Please enlighten me." I said with a small smile. "What do you mean?" Ian let out a chuckle, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, Ara, I think you're underestimating yourself. Love doesn't adhere to social classes or fame. It transcends those boundaries and finds a way to connect two souls, regardless of their backgrounds. I, for one, wouldn't mind dating someone like you. Class doesn't matter." Huh? I froze in my seat, my heart pounding too hard that I was scared he would hear. Why did it feel like he was assuring me of something impossible? I

Why did it feel like their fates were intertwined in ways that went beyond what he knew? "Aria," he said, his voice low but filled with a fierce determination. "I don’t care who you are or what this all means, but you have to wake up.” His hand reached for hers, grasping her fingers in his. "I haven’t figured it out yet," he continued, his voice growing more intense. "But until then, I won’t let anything happen to you. Not now. Not ever.”

" The weight of my decisions weighed heavily, like a responsibility that extended beyond the present moment. My mother, sensing the conflict within me, reached out, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. "Maximus, my dear, I understand the doubt that plagues you. But remember, love has a strength of its own. Lia isn't just someone you care for; she's the future, a bond that transcends the challenges we face." Her words resonated, a reminder that love wasn't just a vulnerability, it was a source of strength, a reason to stand firm in the face of adversity. She continued, her voice carrying the warmth of a mother's unwavering support.

“How would you break it?” She smirked. “You’re asking for magic.” Her words hung in the air between us, my lack of response speaking volumes. “Mating bonds are handed out by fate,” she said. “They can’t be broken with normal magic.” “You’re not a normal witch,” I countered. “You should go back to your room,” Star suggested. “You don’t want to follow this rabbit hole.”

"There is an anchor older than my blood under this city. The first working the Moonborn ever made, the one that binds fate itself into the world, the source every fated mate-tie is drawn from. It can be broken. I know how. Break it, and the seal opens with no blood at all, and Selene lives, and I live, and Ursula gets an empty vault and nothing else." He let the silence stretch. "And every fated bond in the world ends in the same instant. Everywhere. Forever." "Say exactly what that means," I told him. "All of it. I will not choose a thing I do not understand." "Then understand it clearly, because the fear of it will lie to you."

I couldn't fight the urge to roll my eyes, the rules were becoming more absurd than the last. Rule 8: Party B shall not engage in any behaviour or activity that could potentially tarnish the reputation of Party A's company or family name. This includes causing a public scandal, saying something controversial, or behaving badly. Rule 9: Party B shall not, under any circumstances, develop romantic feelings or fall in love with Party A. Any breach of this rule shall result in immediate termination of the contract, and Party B shall forfeit all rights and privileges granted herein. I couldn't help but laugh, tears welling up in my eyes at the absurdity of falling for Mr. Harrison.

The parchment crackles softly as it opens, revealing lines of ink that have somehow survived time, war, and silence. “Read it,” she says. My throat feels tight as I step forward, crouching slightly so the firelight catches the words. For a moment, I just stare. And then, I read. "Bound by blood, separated by shadow, united by fate—only forgiveness breaks the curse." The words hit me like a physical force. My breath catches sharply. I reach out before I realise I’m doing it, my fingers brushing the edge of the scroll as if that will steady the sudden storm rising inside me.

I lunged, slamming her to the ground, cuffing her in one swift motion. “Whatever truth you think you know,” I said, breathing hard, “doesn’t change what you did.” She didn’t fight. Didn’t resist. Just whispered as I hauled her to her feet: “Even fated ones break the rules for love. But not a true mate,those ones can't be broken..”

He was hoping that one day he will see them again and forgive him to what happen. New never forgets the day he got separated from his twin brother, he was hoping that soon they will see each other again. The past makes a scar on his face and the people who adopted him doesn't have enough money for surgery and he endures the pain and hatred thrown to him. He was grateful that the family who took him in, loves him like their own grandchild. But they passed away after he graduated from college. Now he was going to other country to have a surgery for free, in exchange for his help to the elder lady who passed out the street.