Fate Makes No Mistakes Novels & Stories

“Not ready for what?” “For any of this.” My voice was firm, but there was something fragile underneath it. “Not for love. Not for mates. Not for any of it.” Lucian’s expression didn’t change. He studied me for a long moment before murmuring, “You think the Moon Goddess made a mistake, don’t you?” I swallowed hard. “I don’t just think it,” I whispered. “I know it.” Lucian took a deep breath before speaking one last time. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, Mira.” His voice was strong, unwavering. “And neither did fate when it brought us to you.”

Final Goodbye. Leo and I were alone in the room. He sat beside me on the bed and took my hand in his. "You have so many lovers. But you have ended up with me. It's called fate. You are my fate. And no one can change fate. I love you, and thank you for giving me a chance." Saying that he pulled me into a kiss. Fate. Everyone can change their fate. Last time I made a mistake by changing my fate. Now I have corrected my mistake and changed my fate. I'm happy to be with my fated mate. My wish came true.

I reply, not feeling the words in my heart, "She would be suitable for the position, but I know the Alpha is hoping for a love match." "A love match?" Margaret asks, staring as a new girl approaches Tyson, "I'm surprised the Alpha doesn't think love is overrated." "Why do you say that," I ask, trying my hardest to stare at the dance floor instead of watching her reaction to my question. "Everyone knows what happened with his father; I just find it hard to believe the Alpha believes in mates anymore after that." She replies solemnly, making me peek at her from the corner of my eye. "He chooses not to let the past decide his future," I reply, turning my full attention towards her when she lets

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

This guy, whatever kind of being he is, is not bluffing. I stare at him for several long seconds before finally speaking again. “If you’re really Fate, then why the hell am I here?” “Because you’re exhausting.” I blink at him. “What?” “You heard me.” Fate leans farther back in the chair that still makes absolutely no sense being there. “The Moon Goddess already attempted to explain things to you, yet somehow you still managed to misunderstand nearly all of it.” My stomach tightens immediately. How the hell does he know about that?

"Fate, huh? That man does not make mistakes. Perhaps it was a practical joke on his part, but you will not find a trace of a mistake on him." My skin heats up. I hate that a lot. The fact that he gets to dictate everyone's lives to an extent seems so manipulating. He may not alter my thoughts, change time of revoke his previous decisions, but he should at least be able to aptly plan. Because he doesn't have a mate, he believes he can play around with the relationships of others. I hate him for it. "I'm sure Fate didn't decide that I would be going anywhere with you," I exclaim confidently, taking another step backward, hoping he wouldn't notice.

It is observing me. “One further disturbance will trigger permanent correction,” Fate states. “This is final notice.” I think of Nora’s hands clutching my coat. Of the way she leaned into me without hesitation. Of the stillness she brought into a being who has never been allowed to stop. “I acknowledge the notice,” I say. The weave loosens incrementally. Fate withdraws, not retreating but redistributing attention elsewhere. Contingencies are already being calculated. Paths that do not yet exist are quietly prepared.

he furrows his eyebrow at my words, so I tell him everything Selene told me. When I’m finished, he growls loudly at what Fate has done, not just to me but to others. Fate has always been a trickster. Playing with the lives of everyone, she is a puppet master. People blame their god for how their lives have turned out, but in reality it’s fate’s doing. She is vicious and can destroy you on a whim. No rhyme or reason. It depends on her mood.

"Name one person in this room Fate has assisted, given a better life. All it has done is harm each and every one of us. Is that retribution for crimes that were out of our control, or are we just being used as pawns to put on a show for our dear Goddess? Either way, it's wrong. If the Moon Goddess can take away immortality when her chosen no longer deserve it, we can take away the dealer when it becomes evident the deck is rigged." "No," Annalise declared, eyes darkening. "I can't stand by that. I won't see you destroy yourself and everyone around you the way our parents did." "You think that lowly of her, really?" Rudi scoffed. "You think Maise has the twisted, sadistic mindset to do what y

No one would believe me anyway. So I swallowed it down. “I was wondering,” I said carefully, keeping my tone light. “That woman in your story. The one who had a second chance… did she succeed? Did she change her fate, or did she fall back into the same mistakes?” His expression softened, the lines of his face folding deeper with memory. “Her,” he murmured. “Well… depends who you ask. Some say she lived better the second time. Wiser, stronger. Others say fate circles back no matter how hard you fight it. In the end, it was her choices.”