Novel & Cerita Do You Believe In Fate

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.”

I said in a whisper. "It's alright. It's not your fault that you were kidnapped. My ideology about life is that sometimes, fate seems to be cruel and we could go through terrible experiences not knowing that fate is only trying to take us to our destiny. For example, looking at your kidnap incident, fate was seemingly cruel to you but it has indirectly dealt a heavy blow on Sophia who would likely spend a long time in jail," he said. His statement about fate being seemingly cruel to us but indirectly leading us to our destiny got me thinking that he is right.

“Sometimes I think life has this way of putting people together in the most unlikely of circumstances.” “Like fate?” 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 humour in it. “I’d love to know what fate has in store for us, Violet. 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 rolled my eyes. "I'm counting because it's becoming a habit." For the first time since Scott rejected me, I didn't think about him. I hated how easily Xavier distracted me. "So…" I asked quietly. "Do you really believe in the Moon Goddess?" Xavier looked surprised. "I was raised to believe." "But?" "But I learned that fate can't be an excuse for bad decisions." "So you don't believe in predestined partners?" "I believe people hide behind fate when they don't want to take responsibility."

But that hasn't crossed her mind. "That's a coincidence!" "I don't believe in coincidences, do you?" Her black eyes peeked from the sunglasses she was wearing. "No I don't. But could it be if it wasn't a coincidence?" "Fate" "Fate?! No way" as much as she was content in marrying the love of her life, Blessing didn't believe in fate too.

I launch myself off, Roll in the air and land on my feet for a perfect dismount. Jayson eyes went wide and he looked like he was going to save me again, but then relaxed. I fix my hair and walk to him. "Do you believe in fate?" He scrunched his brow. "Like it's all in the cards kind of thing?" I lean on the machine beside him. "Yeah. Like no matter what, the universe keeps pulling you in a certain direction. Fate." He shakes his head. "Never had reason to. Fates not really for guys like me. Why?"

At this time, Lina had returned home, she angrily went straight to her room when the sound of her parents talking caught her attention and stopped to listen even though her whole body was drenched. “ Baby, so we were right with that hypothesis, people have predestined fate and two people come together in this life because of the affection of their previous life.” “ That's right, now just need to verify with the device that the past life that you researched, our spiritual research can be said to be half successful.”

"I am sure that your man, the one you are fated to be with will be willing to wait until you are ready to start dating" "Yeah, if fate does exist"

“Why your mother’s song? Why now? Why me?” “Why do you think I’m asking you?” he counters. “If you don’t know, how do you know it’s not just…” I wave a hand. “Coincidence.” He drums his fingers once on his knee. “When I was sixteen,” he says, “one of my uncles told me coincidence is just God laughing at our expense.” “I thought you didn’t believe in fate,” I say. “I don’t,” he says. “I believe in men who use fate as an excuse to do whatever they want. I’ve been one of them.”

“And the more I learn about these old rituals and trials of power and playing with destiny, the more I wonder about my own past, and my path forward.” I was rambling now, emotions brimming, and if I stopped talking now I might start crying. “And I just wonder how I got here, you know? Am I meant to be? Or will I fail?” I was closer to Cinda now, lowering my voice but not losing the urgency. “Do you believe in Fate?” Cinda cocked her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at me. “Of course, Mira,” she said confidently. “It is the only thing we can rely on— that we are not in control.”