Novel & Cerita Do You Believe In Fate

"But you got me, so lead to way to class." He studied me for a moment and then he turned and we both started walking side by side. It was silent for a solid 30 seconds and then he stopped and turned towards me with his eyebrows furrowed. "I apologize for asking, but what makes you dislike the word, fate?" Not what I was expecting, but then again he seems to be the King of asking personal questions. "Well, if I believed in fate that would mean my parents were meant to die and that I was meant to have the remaining years since that death spent the way that it was. So, you see, I refuse to believe in such nonsense. My parents were good people and fate be damned, there was no way in hell they sh

I am sorry for not being there and for not being able to tell you anything. I was so happy when you called me dad. I was waiting for that day but unfortunately, I will not be there to see my little girl turn into a lady. I wish I will be there to correct my mistakes and make amendments but I just hope you will forgive me. You know, we all have roles to play in this life but we decided which role to play. we are all protagonist in our movie and also an antagonist to others. The first day I saw you, I knew that something great was coming but I couldn't place a hand on it.

Afraid she might never have a chance at independence. Silence enveloped them both. Even the constant click sound from Jason's laptop wasn't heard, he was listening and Stan hated the fact, so he drew closer to whisper to Sophia and probably infuriate Jason. "You might. It's fifty-fifty now, but I promise you we will try hard You and me. Okay?." She nodded in affirmation but with less enthusiasm, Stan was sure he heard someone scoff from afar. That night Sophia lay on her bed and thought about her life and everything that had happened and even where it was headed. She wasn't sure yet where fate was leading her. But she wasn't in a rush.

Instead, he took both hands in his, smiled, and thanked me for being a woman in Zachary's life. I explained to him that I was unfamiliar with Zachary and that it was a mistake on my part. Even though he was aware, he insisted it was fated for us. What is the story of that fate? Don't get me wrong: I don't believe in fate, but I also don't believe it exists because every one of us is the captain of our ship. We make our own decisions and form our own opinions.

Brian's POV I can't believe six years have passed already. It feels like I'm growing old, you know? Well, I know everyone will eventually grow old and die, hell nature itself has made it that way, but what I didn't expect was for time to fly by so fast. Life in New York isn't so bad, I'm actually liking it more and more here each day, and I'm quite uncertain as to whether I'd even be going back to Ghana at all.

But everything has happened, it is fate that governs what happens to us. There are some people who won't believe in destiny, but if you ask me whether I believe in destiny or not. Then the answer is yes, meeting Aldo is also a fate. Even though I'm not with him, I guess it's destiny too. The life, the pain, the crying that I used to spend almost every night was also destiny. No one knows how life governs the course of our lives. Including me, and also the people who are present in my life. And right now, even though I still want dad to be by my side. I will remain grateful.

"You don’t seem like someone who leaves much to chance." "Normally, I don’t," I admitted. "But sometimes, chance has a way of surprising you." “Interesting,” he mused. “So, Alice… do you believe in fate?” After a brief pause, I replied, “I believe we shape our own destinies. But every now and then, fate might give us a little push.” Our eyes met, and the noise of the restaurant faded into the background. There was an unspoken connection, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

Hyerin Delaxa, yes I don't really like her presence either. "Alright, please don't be rude to him again brother. I believe in you." I hate this stuff. Why did fate bring us together? Fate is cruel and never takes into account who the person is not or willing to be tested. Dark and evil destiny. It's just... Why do I even blame fate? Who and what should I blame? I guess..., that person. Yes, right. That person is the origin of all this ugliness. Annoying. "Are you crazy?"

"You think I’m catching feelings?" Bellion doesn’t answer, but the look in his eyes says enough. "Do you believe in fate, Bellion?" He steps further into the room, his hands neatly clasped behind his back. "Fate, sir?" I finally look at him. "Yes. Do you think it’s real? Or just an excuse people use when they lose control?" Bellion considers the question. "I believe fate is only cruel to those who refuse to shape it themselves." I let out a quiet chuckle. "Smart man."

“What if I had fumbled my words or shut you out completely?” “I don’t think that would’ve happened,” I said. “ I guess you’re right.” He shrugged. “We’ve both tried to leave before, more than a couple of times but we couldn’t bring ourselves to,” I added. “My best guess is that this was always meant to be.” “Do you believe in fate, Ari?” Zach was stroking my hands, inciting a feeling that had been dormant for a long time now. “I believe we create our fate.” “I couldn’t have said it any better.”