Bukan Salah Takdir Novels & Stories

I wait for him to further explain himself but he does not , so I ask : “What do you mean?” “Maybe not all people deserve to feel pain but most people do deserve it. People who inflict pain on others , people who purposely want to hurt others and find pleasure in doing so – deserves the worst possible pain. There are definitely good souls out there kitten – hell! You have a good soul. You keep to yourself. You do not mess with people , and if you do interact with people you are always so kind. However , the world is not filled with people like you” he finishes by looking away from me and stare at the ceiling.

So he continued. (Translation: Nothing had happened because of you. You didn't do anything wrong.) "Aap dusro ki bohot fikr karti hain. Iss wajah se aap ko lagta hai ki saari galti aap ki hai lekin nahi har cheez mein ap ne aap ko bura banana accha nahi hota. Aap gandi nahi hain... Kuchh log gande hote hain jo acche logon ko chot pohoch'ate hain." His voice softened the edges of the moment.

“Do you think I’m making a mistake?” Marcus leaned forward; his voice low. “I think you’re making a decision out of desperation. That doesn’t mean it’s the wrong one, but it does mean you should go into it with both eyes wide open. This isn’t a small favour, Laya. It’s a lifetime choice. Even if you’re released after the birth… the implications won’t just vanish.” “I know,” she whispered. He sighed and studied her carefully. “Have you explored any other options? I have contacts, wealth managers, venture capitalists. If it’s money you need, perhaps there’s another—”

"Then why are you telling me this." "Because pretending it didn't happen won't make it stop happening." He steps closer, not enough to crowd me, just enough that I can't pretend he's not really there. "You can walk into these woods and join Bennett's pack today if you want. That's your choice. But the bond doesn't care about your choice. It'll still be sitting in your chest tomorrow, and the day after that, whether you're standing in his territory or mine."

That moment—the honor, the recognition—it anchored something deep in her. “They rise against us now because we are not scattered. We are gathered. We are not fading. We are rising. We are not forgotten. We are remembered in full.” Destiny’s tone sharpened, her voice lowering like thunder rolling across the valley. “You were chosen not because you were the strongest. But because you endured. You didn’t break. You didn't bow. And that makes you unstoppable.” Argun, standing just behind her, swallowed hard. His eyes never left her. If she fell, his soul would shatter—but she wouldn’t fall. Not today.

It's not fair," I sobbed, finally letting myself go into his arms. You deserve better than this... Lance screams in the distance and it breaks my heart. I can't even turn, it's not Thea who has to comfort her mate anyway, she's not the one who screwed up, it's just me. Mathis catches my eye, feeling guilty. - It's not your fault," I reassure him, taking refuge in his arms. I'm really sorry. - I should have told him I wanted to do it. - Stop it, you're not responsible for my actions.

She asked herself but the answer is nothing except hurting him at the end. She thought he would’ve fallen in love with someone else in these past years but he didn’t just like her. Even for her, life is tough. But he got all the chances to get himself another woman but he waited for her, not intentionally. Is this called destiny? Once Charlotte prayed to God that she has been with her parents and Jaxson lifelong, after seeing the shooting star. But her prayers didn’t happen and she loved all her faith in the Almighty. They again met now; she wondered what Jaxson had prayed at that time.

It's been four years since we decided to get married and each time, one reason or another surfaces to cancel, postpone, or simply forget. But I won't give up. I know eventually, I’ll win over his pack. They hated me in the beginning because I am a rogue wolf, which is the usual attitude toward rogue wolves. They don't want their alpha having anything to do with me, especially since they were banking on him meeting his fated mate. But Dante is already past thirty and once a wolf passes that age, finding their fated one becomes wishful thinking.

The message was characteristically cryptic, its tone ominous and foreboding: "Alter not the decree of fate, Lest ye face consequences dire and great. Tamper not with threads of destiny's weave, Lest chaos unleash, and thy world shall leave."

I knew instinctively that the scroll was the prophecy he was referring to. "I assume the death of her brother has thrown a wrench in this supposed prophecy." Aro stated calmly, taking my hand in his. "Not exactly." Responded the woman, breaking her silence. "The prophecy merely mentioned a set of twins born to the royal family, a boy and a girl. It was never clear what role each would play in the reunification of the Kingdoms." "The scroll I found in the computer archives," I shot a glance at Aro, "It only had a drawing the resembled my face."