Do You Believe In Fate Novels & Stories

He rarely said my name, which made my heart break a little. I turned towards him and looked at him. “That night.” He said, eyes dark, unguarded. “Was the first time I believed in fate.” My breath caught. “And now?” I asked. His gaze dropped to his injured hand. “Now.” He said. “I believe that fate always comes back to collect.” I left but the memory stayed. ----------------------------------------------

“And now?” “Now I know that love is the man who stands beside you when the world turns ugly and never asks you to shrink.” He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Elena… I need to hear something from you. Not as my wife. As the woman who came back from death and rewrote destiny.” I swallowed. “What is it?” “Do you still believe fate is fixed?” The question sent a shiver through me. For months, I had relied on foreknowledge events I remembered, disasters I prevented, traps I dismantled before they closed. But lately, things had been… different.

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

He can't go against the will of the goddess. We might not be having a clear plan right now but I believe in fate. Fate will bring us together. That us the positive mindset that I should keep so that I don't lose hope.

“Why is that?” “I hate it when they say that when you were inside the womb of your mother, your fate has already been established. For example, I was fated to fall in love with a rich guy or I’m fated to die after birth. Yes, my fate has already been drawn but I’m the only one who can change it. Why do you suddenly ask about it?” “Do you believe in unexpected fate?” My forehead wrinkled as I face him. he glanced at me before turning her gaze on the road. “What do you mean by unexpected fate?”

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

"Noah Gabriel . This is the day. A new beginning. Even if you love Benjamin so much, you know him, you understand him, but lets say its a new start. From zero. From tonight, he wont be your boyfriend. He would be your husband. The one to stay by your side forever just like you. The vows, the promises you make tonight, make sure to fulfil them always. When you promise to stay by his side in sickness and in health. When you promise to support him in rich or poor. When you have to promise him to wait for him and trust him in his job. When you have to believe him with everything he tells you. You can ask him but you cant confront him out of jealousy of any rumour.

“Great…and just when she was becoming tolerable. What are you going to do? If the vision says to follow, will you? If this is the fate's way of giving you a path.” I know what Toya is hinting at. She is a staunch follower of our faith and believes the fates steer us in every way. She would never deny the fates, but I'm not so immersed in the belief that they interfere in the ways we think they do. I believe they give us free choice and hints, but we can choose our own path.

“I kind of like the idea that the universe is smiling on the two of us being together. What about you? Do you believe it was fate?” Aiden sipped his wine thoughtfully, his hazel eyes dark with thought. Slowly, he set his glass down and leaned forward as if he were telling me a secret. “Up until a little under three weeks ago, I used to believe that fate was a word that the hopeless used to describe random chance. That fate was just a coward's way of hoping for the future or explaining the past. It didn't have any substance or meaning.” “What happened three weeks ago that changed your mind?”