Novel & Cerita Chasing Fate

Hopeless, raw, and cold. “You can’t stop fate.” I felt like I’d been slapped. He turned away, pacing the floor. “I’ve seen how this ends. Every time I close my eyes, it’s the same. Blood. Fire. You, lying in it. And I can’t stop it. I don’t know how to stop it.” “You don’t believe in fate,” I whispered. He paused. Then said, “I didn’t. Until I found out I was theirs.” The Voronin’s.

I pull my sweater closer and rub my palms to make them warm. By now Christopher is walking on the road, and I run hurriedly to catch up with him. The road is empty with only street lights glowing. They seem to be the only source diminishing the darkness surrounding us. Christopher is simply wearing his shirt, and The thought worries me that he might catch a cold in this weather. I don't know where Christopher is going? And what happened to him suddenly? He doesn't bother to take a look at me, despite having me walking right next to him. Why is he ignoring me? He keeps walking with a grim expression on his face. It astonishes me when after some time I suddenly find his eyes glancing randomly

Baylee’s POV My chest ached from the thunderous pounding of my heart. I knew everything would work out—but the fear still clawed at me. The image of my parents lying dead in my vision haunted me, resurfacing every time I closed my eyes. And yet, beneath the fear, there was something else—excitement. This nightmare was finally nearing its end. My people needed peace. They needed time to grieve, to heal from the loss of those who gave their lives to protect me and my fated mate. They began fighting for us, but in the end, they died fighting for everyone they loved. Now it was my turn to protect them.

Perhaps, for her lips to show no sign of speech meant that she acknowledged the fact that Ayra had attended more Chases of Fate than anyone present. With confidence, Ayra proceeded. “The Chase of Fate is mainly a ‘capture the flag race,’” she glanced at the lowborns, recognizing their yet still confused expressions. “It means that different teams or people race to a flag, and whoever captures the flag wins.” Mordeu and Fjall both nodded their heads in understanding. Ayra sighed in relief before she continued. “However, this Chase is different.” “How so?” Mordeu inquired. Ayra cleared her throat. “Well, for one, capturing the flag doesn’t make you the winner. This chase works with points. And

If time permits me, then 4 chapters. And yep, this is the book 2 of “Chasing his”. To understand this story better, read the first book. That'll help you how the story started. I appreciate everyone who reads this, and please don't forget to drop a comment/review. God bless! For updates info, reach me out on my social media. FB page & group: Author Praise Odulesi & Praise Fam respectively. IG: official_praise_ewa :-)❤️

Hello, lovelies! I just wanted to let you know that “Design of Fate” is officially up on the app, so I hope you will check it out. Jackson is always strong pillar of support when others need it, without question, and without fail. That is why he was chosen for this particular journey with his mate. They will both have difficult obstacles to overcome in order to find their peace and happiness. True to form, the Goddess has connected people together in a significant way. Tune into the new book to see how the design of fate plays out.

Being reborn wasn’t to defy fate, but to let me experience once more, clearly and deeply, what it meant to have ten thousand arrows pierce the heart and be torn apart piece by piece. This time, there probably wouldn’t be another rebirth…

It makes me feel warm and giddy and cherished and safe and… Terrified. The last time I let myself fall for someone, it all unraveled when the moon confirmed we weren’t meant for each other- and in hindsight, what I had with Logan was nothing compared to this thing between Chase and me. The full moon is so close. Too close. Will it matter to him if we aren’t fated mates? Would fate really be so cruel as to let me feel what I do for Chase only to rip it all away? Ha, of course it would. Fate has never been kind to me in the past.

Timothy pondered for a moment and continued, "But are you sure that if your Dependence on Fate appears in the footage, you will be able to recognize that person?" "I don't know," Charles answered truthfully. He had never tried it before, nor had he had the opportunity. "If I really can't find them, then perhaps it's destined that I won't find my Dependence on Fate in this lifetime." Charles's cold gaze stared at his own hands. If, at that time, he could have grabbed onto someone with those hands, how wonderful would that be? Then, perhaps he would understand the joy of finding his Dependence on Fate and the fulfillment of filling the perpetual void within his body.

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.