Novel & Cerita Cant Fight Fate

she thought. She lowered my head, not letting anyone notice those painful tears. "Cong Rong, you're a great writer, and that's why we gave you one more chance. But I think the fantasy genre is not for you." Her entire world seemed to shatter in those words. Fantasy was her life, but she had to accept her fate. She took a deep breath, letting all her anxiety out. Suddenly, a smile formed on her lips when she recalled her dad's words he once said to her.

Fate is known for lacking a mate, with everyone having equal doubt of him ever finding one, so this is a surprise to me. “Take me back, right now. I want you out of my life,” I say quickly, grabbing at his wrist, demanding he uses his powers to take me back to my mate. It’s dawned on me suddenly that if he figures out that I’m close to attaining powers similar to Thought, I would never get out of here. Fate pulls me closer. “Only if you promise to never speak to Thought of this. If other immortals found out…it would be bad, for us both.”

I hold knowledge that can change all of this. Like running chess moves I can't change too much of Fate's plan. I can only tweak. Cillian is a strong character. If I tell him there is an attack, he would be all the more likely to stand and face it. Or move all the troops and cause a whole new set of disasters. He would never abandon his men, even if I begged him. Even if Matilda did. But Shadowlands needs him. I can't watch a future that sees Phillipe triumph without trying to stop it. Phillipe and Ruth, actually. The silent witch of the north.

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

Trust was completely erased from my dictionary. Hate is the only emotion I feel now. Why? Why? I loved him. My first love, my mate. I had no idea what my fate had for me as up until now nothing good has happened. Will I die now that my mate has rejected me? All type questions bombarded me like arrows thrusting my heart. I have reached. The border line of my pack. I was left with no choice but to do this. I don’t know the consequences but I had to do this.

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

He's mine and no one can take what is mine. He was the reason I remained a maid so he'll notice me one day but that Cindy girl had to come into the picture and mess things up for me. I wasn't going to leave that happen. He's mine only, and I hate to share. I'm going to have him all to myself, no matter the cost.

He kneeled down in front of me and removed my sandals. He gently held my ankle and twisted it, I immediately clutched his shirt due to pain but then I felt relieved immediately. “I think it won't trouble you anymore.” I rotated my foot, and it wasn't hurting anymore. woah he is good at it. “Thank-you so much” I mentioned and he nodded walking out of the room. I threw my body on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “should I just call off this marriage?” I questioned myself and sighed - then what about our family's reputation. I can't just cancel this marriage, it's tomorrow.

“Yeah. Weird doesn’t even begin to cover it.” I laugh, but it feels different now, lighter somehow. “Maybe it’s fate,” I joke, though the word feels a little too heavy on my tongue. Ruslan’s expression darkens slightly, his eyes narrowing as he looks ahead. “I don’t believe in fate,” he says quietly. “Not anymore.” I don’t argue with him. I understand why he feels that way. After everything that’s happened to him—to both of us—it’s hard to believe in anything anymore. But still, there’s something about this that feels... like it was supposed to happen.