Novel & Cerita Can't Fight Fate

"Control? You think we can fight something that’s been written in our fate? This isn’t a choice, Kaiden. It’s a cycle. It has happened before, and it will happen again. We are meant to destroy. To kill." I snapped my jaws shut, a growl ripping through my throat. "No." Slade stilled, his ears twitching. "We are not destined to kill her. We are destined to fight fate itself," I declared, my resolve hardening. "If this curse wants to turn us into something that would harm her, then we’ll break it." Slade scoffed. "And how do you propose we do that? Magic? Divine intervention? The curse is stronger than us, Kaiden. Stronger than any force we’ve encountered. You think training her is going to sto

He tossed and turned for sometimes because he was restless, he couldn’t sleep due to what the woman said earlier, it was lingering on his mind “Although Mal runs so fast, he still couldn’t run past fate. Your fate is like that of Mal, you are agile, fast and swift, your fate is right in front of you. Your illness that you have been battling with for a long time, its cure is right in front of you, it’s now up to you to be smart like Mal and never miss the chance”

“What do you think you're doing?” “I don't understand your question. I am working what else will I be doing” “I really hope you're working and not trying to do anything stupid to hurt the Alpha otherwise, I swear to you that I will stop you at all cost. I won't let you make the same mistake that your parents did. I won't have you face the same Faith as they did” “I don't need you fighting for me, I can take care of myself” “And how exactly are you planning to take care of yourself by killing the Alpha?”

' Antonio groaned as his mind wandered to his little sister "Plus, you have no reason to kill me, I'm not involved in your world" she added 'Oh, Lawd! She's no fit for the boss, too trusting' He stood up and helped her pack the leftover "First lesson, People in our world don't need a reason to kill"

Anna suggested but Georgia shook her head. “You know I can never go back there. That place holds painful memories.." she uttered. Her family left her that night to her own Faye, she almost died. She wandered for days, even hungry without shelter. If not for Anna. She would have committed suicide. But thank goodness she didn't do that. She was blessed with the best gifts ever. "I know how hard it was for you," Anna said gently. "And I know how much you suffered. But I also know how strong you are, and how you were able to pick yourself up and move on. You're an amazing woman, Georgia, and I'm so proud of you."

As a matter of fact, being with her felt comfortable and grounding. On the night of my official enrollment, Mom called. She told me that Maya had died. The court case was about to start, but Wayne couldn’t resist gambling one last time and lost badly. Unable to pay the debt, he secretly handed Maya over to loan sharks, and she didn’t make it. After hanging up, I let out a sigh. Beside me, Jane asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” I turned to her, smiling. “It’s nothing important. “I heard you’re still single. Do you think I might have a chance?”

"What if there isn't a fight to win?" The question lingered between us. I understood what she meant. What if this wasn't something that could be defeated? What if it wasn't a battle? What if it was destiny? Fate. A promise made long before either of us existed. I hated that possibility. I hated it because it made me feel powerless. And I had never handled powerlessness very well. My jaw tightened. "Then I will find another way." Sera stared at me. "Dorian." "I mean it."

All I wanted was to be with the woman I love, live in peace, and have a family with her. I already know what Alipato was about to suggest. It had crossed my mind, but I hoped that it wouldn’t come to that. “You have to make a decision,” Alipato said sympathetically. “Her essence is quickly withering.” Again, I already know that. Rory was fighting for her life. I can feel it, but is this really the only thing I can do? Fate moves in mysterious ways. I fought it with everything I got, but it punches me back right where it hurts, right where it will knock some sense into me, reminding me I have no say in what’s about to happen. Fighting my destiny was like a never-ending battle where the end wa

Choice whined again in between light sobs, but Destiny glanced at her face, wiped away her little tears, and said, “No. We can’t. It’s her fight. We are onlookers, Choice.” “But sister, you can write something in her fate. She will live longer. I don’t want her to die,” Choice nagged and was stubbornly going to rush into the battlefield when Destiny grabbed her wrist halting her, “She made her Choice. We can do nothing.”

What if this is my fate in life and my destiny? If I fight them, what about the rest of the battles along my path: the subjects, the caste system, the other packs, the favor of his people? Fighting for love is a fight that I can’t win.