Novel & Cerita Can't Fight Fate

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.

I sit behind him, my hands resting lightly on his shoulders, feeling the tension locked into every muscle. “I have fought wars,” he says quietly. “I know enemies. I know bloodshed.” He turns to look at me, his eyes dark and haunted. “I do not know fate.” I wrap my arms around his chest, resting my cheek against his back. “Fate only has power if we let it.” “That is easy to say,” he replies, “when fate is not carving your name into prophecy.” “It does not get to decide who we are,” I say firmly. “We still have choice.”

she said softly, “we killed you a long time ago.” Something inside me cracked open then. History wasn’t just repeating itself, it was dragging me under, one breath at a time. Darren stepped closer, crouching until we were eye to eye. His calmness was worse than her rage, colder, deadlier. “You shouldn’t fight fate,” he murmured. “Else You will always die trying.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that scraped against my bones. “You die at dawn.”

He shook his head like he didn’t believe it had actually happened. “She is so small. So…” He paused, sucked in a deep breath, and closed his eyes. “Fragile. And yet she went out there alone and trained. She is a fighter. I could tell. She refused to give in. Even with the wrong posture and weak punches, she held on.” His eyes found mine. “And then she broke down.” His throat bobbed with a hard swallow. Something deep settled in his chest and I tasted it through the twin bond. “She is not coping, Malrik. She is so lost. She doesn’t know who she is. Where she stands. She is just so… broken.” His brows furrowed, and his eyes glowed gold.

If something didn't happen, anything, a miracle, even, then I was surely going to die. The thought of dying without even getting to the real contest had my chest burning, and I shook my head, my gaze unclear but stubborn, as I searched around. I could fail the whole univers.. I could fail myself even, but I couldn't fail Sabrina. I had already failed her once... A second time wasn't allowed. So, I gritted through it all, sweat dripping from my skin like water drops, my clothes clamped up on my body like a second skin, as I tried searching for a way out...

“Don’t…don’t let them! Fight!” I fight. Every fiber of me screams to get to her, but I can’t. They are too many. My limbs ache, bruises flare, blood streaks from cuts, but I won’t stop moving. Not yet. The King steps closer again. “Struggle all you want,” he says. “It doesn’t change the outcome. You are bound by fate, by family, by blood. And you cannot defy it.” I spin, trying to shove two guards off me at once, feeling the metal bars of the cell scrape against my shoulders. Pain. Exhaustion. But still, fire burns in my chest. I will not stop.

Defeated. ---

Done letting Sophia win by default. If she wanted a war, she'd get one. And this time, I wasn't backing down. No matter what it cost me. No matter what I had to reveal. No matter what I had to lose. I was going to fight. And I was going to survive. Because the alternative was letting her destroy me completely. And I'd already decided. That wasn't happening. Not now. Not ever.

Lisa stomped around her room in a grump. She’d spent half the night tossing and turning, trying to get her head around everything they’d said and everything they’d not said too. A part of her still didn’t believe she was Fate even though deep down she somehow knew it was true. But then a part of her didn’t care that it was true because it didn’t make any difference in terms of how she felt; she was still stuck in this place, still a prisoner or as good as. And what did this war matter to her anyway? Even if she was Fate why should she help them? Prince phillip had already said he didn’t trust her so why should she put her life on the line for them?

she didn't want to prove to anyone if she had that power. "Didn't your father already tell you about the fight? you should be able to understand, right?" "What am I doing it for? who am I to beat?" "You already know that Lithonia can't be defeated, no matter what they do against us, we have never lost. But, since you and Nathan had to switch positions, that's when they defeated us!" "I can't!" "What do you mean you can't?" "I can't fight! I don't have the strength like Father, I won't be able to win against anyone!"