Novel & Cerita Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions

There are a hundred things humans can be and do with each other—talking, hanging out, friends with benefits, casual, serious, exes, side chicks, summer flings—and they both have to agree, or it’s no dice. I don’t get a choice, but Cadoc does. It’s like Fate gifted me to him, and he gets to decide whether to find a place for me around the house, or take what he wants and send me back to where I came from. It’s bullcrap, and now that I’ve got the cold wind in my face, and night sounds in my ears, it occurs to me that it’s not exactly true, either.

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”

As soon as I thought of that, the sassy queen bee stepped out of the same door Negan came out from. "Sorry." I apologized quickly and got out. I can't believe they're having an affair, what am I even saying?!. Was I expecting him to like me?. Gosh why am I even bothered?. I feel so weird. I sigh and walked back to the cafeteria, I moved towards Suzy and the others and took my seat. I didn't contribute to their conversations cause I didn't feel like. "Hey Quinn, are you fine?." Suzy inquires worriedly.

However, there always seems to be a lurking feeling of unease whenever I see it. I always knew that the castle has its story, a tale of mystery interweaving the cause of its constantly slamming windows or the rapid banging against its door of abyss. It has no clouds and no grounds, just fog and snow―the very snow that swallows it. I cannot help the chill… the fear. It reels through my veins, mingling with my blood. Then it comes back out in the form of cold breaths and Goosebumps. Even as my vision fades, I still feel the reality of the Castle. I now know part of the cause of its fate, and I am beginning to sense that there were souls cursed together with this cruel fortune.

“But… why hadn’t I choose to think of revenge!?” “…Because you still have your tribe,” I remarked. “You have something to move on while The Black Cat has nothing.” “That doesn’t mean she could just aim for my lady’s life just like that…!” “She didn’t,” I uttered. "“What…!?“” They look at me with a surprised look. “To the cat— her friends died,” I said. “She chooses to ‘blame’ everything to her curse— convincing herself that her friends are dead.” Just like how Adam and Eve broke the rule by eating the forbidden fruit— Adam puts his blame to Eve… and how Eve puts the blame to the ‘snake’…

Caitlyn's POV, If I started this story telling you that I've always been a Fang. That it was some family heritage that my dad passed down to me when I turned sixteen and that it had always been an adventure, that would be a bloody lie. My parents didn't even know who the Fangs were till the day I told them I was one.I didn't join the Fangs because I was looking for an adventure of a life time. Neither did I join them because I needed to protect myself or my family. Those things came with the job naturally. I'm what the other Fangs call an Accident. Why? Cos I 'accidentally' stumbled on one of their own killing someone. I was twelve at the time. Trust me, it was traumatic and I still have nig

It was like I ran from something for years and at last, I thought I was free when I actually fell right into the arms of that thing I have been avoiding. This is the least I could describe about the encounter with Jonathan and Amy and most importantly, my meeting with Alexander for the first and next time. Maybe, the view of Casa Del Mar can be related to that. I have never believed in fate. But, after everything happened, I came to a conclusion that there are two fates I could not avoid in any circumstances. One- the departure of my loved ones, possibly deaths. Two- the intrusion of the people who hate me and whom I hate the most. And Alexander fell in both categories before. It was good wh

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

FATE. The development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power; an inevitable and often tragic end. Having survived the frightening split, Anna refused to abandon Dylan. She was determined to understand the origin of his trauma—the deep childhood wounds that amplified the betrayal. As Dylan slowly emerged from his depressive state, he revealed the core of his BPD, the result of parental emotional abandonment and manipulation, leading Anna to realize that the monster was merely a frightened boy shaped by a cruel, predetermined fate.

In life there are so many events that sometimes there are only two options we need to choose from. We either choose from Yes or No, Positive or Negative, Hate or Love , Morning or Night, Bad or Good. And that choice we have to choose will always have it's own consequences. The world is equal but it is up to you to decide your own fate. Sometimes your chosen fate would be a lucky one or yet an unlucky one. There it goes with the story of a young man he thought he was born a jinx. That everything he does good will turn out to have a bad result in the end.