Do You Believe In Fate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He smiles. “I like to think of it as synchronicity.” “I believe in fate,” I tell him. “I believe in horoscopes, too. I read mine every day.” “Maybe you should read mine,” he says, and there’s humor in it. “I’d love to know what fate has in store for us, Laine. I think it’s a good thing.” “Me too,” I say, and I mean it. “So,” he prompts. “What is it that you want?”

I pause for one brief moment, and as I move closer to her, I take her hand gently into mine. “Tell me one thing, Ava. Do you believe in fate?” “I believe people like you buy their happiness while people like me wait for fate to bring us happiness.”

“Besides that, I don’t believe in all of this fate and destiny mumbo jumbo anyway. I think people get to decide for themselves how their lives are going to be.” “I will say I agree with your second comment, for the most part. I believe we have a great deal of control over how our lives proceed. But I also think that--most of the time--the great designer, some call her the moon goddess, others just say god--knows exactly what we will decide before we do it, so they already know how things will work out. That way, they can tell how all of our destinies and fates will intertwine, which makes the first part of what you said not as easy for me to agree with.”

He attempted to step away from it, but he couldn't because it kept on following him. Then I remembered what I had seen at the garden's entrance before we entered. Debitus constitutus promissio(Debt Establishment, promise.) It was written in block letters and a language I didn't know I could comprehend until now. No one was able to read it, not even Maya. Aiden had vowed, and he wouldn't escape from it until he fulfilled his wish or until he was dead. He clasped the sword, and his eyes bored into mine. “I'm sorry,” He muttered.

My father stated. “A wedding!” I exclaimed, “Don’t you think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself dad?” “No, Miriam. Our clan adores you, but they do not trust your mate or his clan. You and he are fated mates, a wedding is inevitable, and it will go a long way in easing the minds of our people.” He answered.

Alex's POV I never believed in fate or destiny. All the soulmates and meant to be crap, they never made sense to me. The concept that no matter what we do, the outcome is sealed, that we are just puppets in the grand scheme of things...That concept is ill. But what is scarier is that people actually believe in it. They say what's meant to be, will be. That in the end, everything unfolds the way it's supposed to. As if destiny is not the choices we make.

I let out, finding myself dazed. Silence falls between us again. My eyes remain on Gysla who refuses to talk. Many thoughts run through my mind, my suspicion growing stronger. There is something — a piece of the puzzle I am missing. “ He believed in fate. ” Gysla whispers out of nowhere. “ He believed fate would fix everything in the end and things would go back to the way they were supposed to be. One day. ” “ Fate? The thing I randomly changed to save lives? ” I hum in a light tone.

There is no thing as fate, this word is created for those who tend to fail everytime. Fate, karma and destiny are just words. Helplessness, incapablity and defeat is the reality. When you are helpless you name it fate, when you are incapable, you act to believe in karma and when you are defeated you call it destiny. This is the ugly truth of reality. But I am neither. I am not helpless, incapable or can be defeated. I have many options for me. And right now I was making my path towards them.

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

A breath left him, not quite a laugh, but close. We stayed like that, quiet, looking out the window at the steady stars. “Do you believe in things like fate?” I asked. “No. I deal in reality.” “What if fate is real?” I pressed. “Then it’s cruel. Because it makes choices for you.” “I think…” I paused. “I think some things happen for a reason. Like me ending up here.” His arm tensed again slightly under my head. “That wasn’t fate,” he said. “That was bad luck.”