Do You Believe In Fate Novels & Stories

The corner of his mouth twitched once before he fixed his expression. “See that you don’t. The Goddess may decide to bless you. It might be the night that you meet your mate.” I nodded in understanding even though something twisted inside of me. The whole destiny thing had always been a topic that made me uneasy. I believed in loyalty, sure. In family. In protecting what’s mine. The idea that fate could just hand me someone random and expect me to bind myself to them, to love them, was a different matter altogether. That was a chain that I wasn’t sure I wanted.

Looking pointedly out at the black sky, he said, “This might be how it was always meant to unfold. The universe works in mysterious ways; there's a lot we can't explain. Coincidence, for instance." “You're talking about fate, Dav?” Marla snorted. “Really?” “Is it so crazy?” He leant forward, bracing his hands on the table’s edge. “We believe in the Moon Goddess readily enough, and in her fated mates.” “We know they exist, though,” Marla said. “That’s one very specific branch of fate.”

Josie sighed, “Sometimes the elders in this village are more narrow minded the townsfolk. I didn’t know it would stem to this.” “Please don’t worry Josie. From what I know pain last for years but soon enough they would understand that what occurred was no one’s fault. It was—” “Fate?” Shawn finished his words, causing the man’s eyes to stop of him. He scoffed at the word. “Yes, fate. Something written by someone who create us as they lead our life in their will. There is nothing more that I hate than trusting whatever ‘fate’ this world has for us.”

She says in a chuckle. “It must be fate,” I utter when I shouldn’t. Not yet. “Pfft,” A smirk formed on the side of mouths. “Fate? As if it’s true.” I can hear the bitterness in her voice as she speaks. “What? You don’t believe in fate? Or you don’t believe in love? ” I ask. “In those two, I don’t.” She declares certainly. “What makes me you think they’re not true?” “I’m not saying they’re not true. I just… okay… I have doubts.”

"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."

He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him. "Here is your money." Abu threw a bag of cash at me. How inhuman is he? Despite everything he did, he feels like it’s okay, he has no shame and he thinks his filthy money is going to cover up for what he did. But thinking about it makes me feel like I’m the murderer, if I didn’t sign that contract, Khalil will be fine. He will be okay, nothing would have happened to me. "Afraah, please leave. It’s getting very late." Abu said

I take a sip of my tea, "it is what it is, we cannot question our fate or destiny we can only complete our journey's the best we can." They both look at me and I chuckle, "I have no feelings towards either of these two," I arch a brow, "yet." I lower my cup, "if I do not chose either of them tomorrow night, then they have no reason to kill one another." I look out the window, "perhaps they should learn that it's not only fate or destiny that determines someone’s worth to them, they need to put forth effort in winning me over," I take another sip of tea just staring out at the brightness of the morning sun. "This Alpha Drake, he has loved before deeply and has been hurt twice as deep as hi

“Sometimes they’re just our minds trying to make sense of things. But even if it means something, you don’t have to carry the weight of it alone.” “That’s easy for you to say,” I muttered. He chuckled softly. “No, it isn’t. I just choose to believe that fate will reveal things when the time is right. Until then, all you can do is your best. Let the goddess and fate handle the rest.” I turned that over in my mind for a moment, and annoyingly enough, it actually made me feel better. “You always say things like that so easily,” I said. “That’s because you worry enough for both of us.”

He pretended to think very seriously about it. “I don’t know.” His thumb traced slow circles over her bump. “Sometimes I think it’s a girl…” A faint smile appeared on face. “A tiny little version of you running around the house and completely controlling my life.” Hazel giggled softly. “And sometimes?" Alan’s eyes softened further. “Sometimes I think it’s a boy who’s going to inherit your eyes and your habit of making me emotional for no reason.” Hazel smiled shyly while Alan leaned down and kissed her forehead. “But honestly?”

. Does he need organs or something? What is he so reluctant to say? He turns his head sideways, but I gently shift his head back to face me. I look deep into his teary eyes, urging him to speak up. If there is anything we can do for him, we should. If he needs my blood or an organ I can live without, I will give it to him. Zane closes his eyes and sighs, as if mentally prepping himself for what he is about to say. “The doctor told me being marked by his fated mate might be his only chance….” he rushes out with his eyes still closed, as if fearing my reaction. I was expecting him to say he will needs an organ or blood or something, I definitely wasn’t expecting this. Marking someone is a big