Cant Fight Fate Novels & Stories

His voice was barely a whisper now, laced with a pain so raw, it nearly made my chest ache. "It pushed you into the arms of another." His gaze darkened, flickering with something almost ironic. "And fate had to be cruel enough to make that other person your fated mate." The reality of it settled between us like an unmovable force. For the first time, Randy wasn’t fighting. He wasn’t denying. He knew. "How do I fight against the bond, Adasha?" His voice cracked completely, his desperation seeping through every word. "Do I even have a chance?"

Catori blinked several times, realising that she was having an out-of-body experience. "Thank gods, I was worried about you three." Rydstorm said, pulling Catori into a hug. "What was happening to you? I have been calling your names for the longest while." "The Fates." Was all Catori said at first, trying to overcome her shock. "The Fates? What did they want?" Catori glanced at Fang and decided to leave out the part about his transgression. "I think someone is trying to overthrow the Fates, or maybe the gods. And I think they are starting here." Catori told him.

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.

"What?! I did not say-" "You didn't have to. Usually you tell me about girls when you over them, a conquest or dated in high school. Bro fate has no numbers. Fate is not math man sometimes fate can be a philosophy like Astrophysics or Geology." "Ugh, don't start with your sappy emotions. As innocent as you are Toby, there is no such thing as fate and to prove it I am willing to put money on the table." "My point is there is no way of understanding fate. Wait. So your great idea is to gamble fates nonexistence? If it sound smart in your ears, then Bet."

Was fate cruel to have put him in this kind of state, or the cruelty was all about making me attached to him before revealing who he truly was? However fate wanted the game to be played, no one could challenge it, for fate itself can't be seen nor can it be located. If reverse was the case, millions of people would have tracked its location and made it undergo the consequences of the unfairness of life itself.

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 asked cheerily. “Hey, I'm not okay. I messed up man.” I replied, choking slightly as I lifted the bottle to my lips again. “Brian, are you drunk?” “Bingo! You win.” I burst into a fit of chuckles. Wow, the drink was very strong. “Man, come on, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Phil pressed. “I’m going to be a father.” I replied. “I can’t believe it's not with Cindy, man. It’s not with her. I know I’m supposed to be happy, but I don’t know why I’m feeling this way.” I blabbered absentmindedly.