Fated Is Overrated Novels & Stories

Fated mates are devoted and in love for the rest of their lives and if one of them dies the other one follows. That’s a lot. Too much. I definitely don’t feel like that. I try to connect with my wolf to see if she wants to say something else to me, but she’s nowhere to be found. That’s good, I guess. I don’t want Grayson to be my fated mate. I have nothing against him, I actually like him a lot, but I want to explore and have fun with a lot of guys. Finding a fated mate and getting obsessed with only one guy would be very, very sad.

I said. "What? How can you agree to that? How can you marry that douche bag?" He replied, getting upset. "Calm down, Fern. Why are you getting upset?" I asked, using the nickname I've developed for him. "I just can't imagine you in the arms of that guy. You're too good for him," he had a displeased look on his face. I shrugged. "Isn't it better than getting married to the blood moon alpha? Besides, you hate him." I reminded him and he looked away avoiding my face.

"Do you take me for a fool, Sasha? The myth of fated mates is nothing more than a fairy tale." I locked eyes with him, conviction burning in my gaze. "But what if it's not? What if we are bound by a force greater than us, a force that can tip the scales in our favor?" Alec's features softened momentarily, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. "You speak of legends and prophecies. Do you truly believe in such things?" I nodded, my voice steady. "I believe that there's more to our kind than meets the eye. And if we can tap into that power, unlock our true potential, we could become unstoppable."

The Fate, once written, holds an undeniable power over one's life. It becomes a destiny that cannot be escaped, no matter how desperately one tries. Luna had never envisioned herself being with Daniel, but the threads of fate were weaving their intricate pattern around her, drawing her closer to him. It seemed that history was determined to repeat itself, while Luna yearned to break free from the past life shadows.

“Why is everyone so happy and willing to find their fated mates? Not too long ago, you were willing to run away from Darius because the mate bond could take either of your lives. You’re suddenly oblivious to the fact that a plague almost killed off the entire werewolf race. I never thought you’d be such a hopeless romantic, Dye.” “It seems like you’ve become bitter and cynical. It wasn’t long ago that you were encouraging me to accept my bond with Darius; that us finding each other and being the first fated mates in over twenty years must be a blessing from the Moon Goddess. Now, you’re the one cursing fate and running.” There’s the blunt and honest older sister I’ve been avoiding. I motion

“No. I’m not special. I’m not some gateway. I’m just a girl whose mother died. I’m just—” “You’re not just anything,” he said sharply. “You’re her daughter. And you’re mine.” My chest caved. “What?” He stepped closer. His voice dropped. “You felt it, didn’t you? When we touched. When I held you. You know what I am to you.” Fated. The word slammed into me before I could deny it. But I shook my head. “No. I don’t believe in that. I don’t believe in people being owned by fate.”

I answered simply. "Yeah but you can't escape your fate. You can change your future alright but when something is meant to be, it will happen. Think about it: there are some people who meet in the strangest of circumstances and it turns out that they were fated as lovers yet two other people can meet in the rosiest of scenarios and become fated enemies. My view on fate is not a blueprint of one's life but simply an inescapable event that someone will go through one way or another." I still wasn't convinced but his argument surprised me. Jason didn't seem like the debating type: he looked more like an adorable class clown. I didn't see myself as a judgemental person but that's when I realised

In light of her honesty, my tone softened slightly as I spoke to her, "Whatever, I don't care about him anymore. In some ways, I should thank you for showing me his true nature." I paused and furrowed my brow, asking, "But aren't you fated mates? Why don't you like him?" "No one said fated mates have to like each other," Cathy shrugged indifferently. "For me, Joe is sexually attractive. I like his body, and that's all. The relationship of fated mates makes us crave each other's bodies, but when it comes to love, that's a different story." That was where my conversation with Cathy ended.

He gently nudged me on my arm. "Hey!" I said jokingly. "So?" He continued. "I wish I could tell you." I responded. "Come on, you could give it a try." He was persistent. I shook my head and smiled, "You know that curiosity killed the cat?" "Try me." Chad was serious. "I am just joking. It was nothing. Sophia was just having a bad day. And that's it. " Well, if you're ready to share your worries with me, I am willing to listen. My qualities include being sympathetic, loyal, and trustworthy. He jokingly responded.

She read, “Fated mates are pairs that are arranged by the Goddess herself. They are commonly known to live together until one of them dies. If one died, the other would fall into a deep depression that sometimes would resort to killing themselves. Some said that fated mates have their abilities enhanced after mating, gaining more power from one another.” “There has been no recorded fated mate for a hundred years now, but the knowledge about this phenomenon is not that uncommon. Fated mates would know each other’s identities the moment they’re blessed. It is unsure how, but every fated mate said one thing; they can feel it…” Mallory stopped reading there, and her mind wandered. ‘Fated mates;