Fated Is Overrated Novels & Stories

“I just broke up with my boyfriend, a month ago. He was my first, in everything. He was such an ass, and I miss him. I can’t understand exactly what I saw in him, and why the hell do I miss him so much!” “Do you know the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else!” She snorted a laugh. “Who comes up with corny stuff like that?” She was silent for a while, deliberating the phrase in her head. Then she spoke, slow. “When you think about it, it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.” Lee went quiet; she turned and looked at Ash, tracing out every curve in his face. The pause-and-think button had been muted by the beers she’d drunk. He wasn’t only beautiful he had this trusting look t

“We've gone over this Fi. If he wants you, he will show you; you don't have to work for anything; he is probably just processing things in his head right now.” “ I don't know, Amanda, you didn't see the way he looked at me like I was the most boring thing on earth. What if he doesn't want me? What would I do with a mate I am destined to love for a thousand years?” “ Come on, Fi, I don't have all the answers, but I'm pretty sure the moon goddess does, so trust her, okay? Now let's get to work or would you rather I retell the tale of how I met Rein’ she smiled mischievously.

The fate of an Unfortunate was worse than that of a wolf who had been rejected. If you got rejected, you could move on when you accept the rejection. There was no way to accept dying alone. Her aunt, Faye, was an Unfortunate too - it seemed to run in families, although the scientists and doctors said it wasn't genetic. Faye was as happy as she could be, though. She worked with the orphaned kids of the pack, because she said she knew what abandonment was like - the Goddess had abandoned her. Avery wasn't the motherly type, so she couldn't exactly do that. She was coarse and aggressive, and although sensitive, she was clumsy with her feelings.

Kira asked and the woman nodded her head in confirmation. "Then why?" "Why exactly is everything turning out this way? Why does my life partner have to be decided by the moon goddess and not by me? No scratch that, I already know that she gets to choose not me but my constraint is why do I have to be fated with someone who I've always been taught to despise?" She wondered in confusion. The old woman sighed, she knew she would have to do quite a lot of explaining to make Kira understand that fate always has a purpose.

He bring me to his house, gave me the care I craved and the family I wished for and not to forget the love I never imagined. I don't think I can call it anything else other than our fate. He is my Fate! My Fated Love! **************************** The END... Do leave your views... Thank you for reading...

“That sort of shit happens all the time, you know?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “What shit?” He leaned his back against the wall. “The moment you find someone you see as something more than a convenient fuck.” I gave him a look. “Except I didn't fuck her.” He chuckled. “But you want to. The process takes longer than usual, and you're willing to work for it.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “And your point is?” He studied me. “Have you considered this thing between you two might be… fate?”

What had happened to those relationships? "A fated mate isn’t always perfect," Annabelle started, "they’re designed for who you could be, not necessarily who you are. Fate shapes people in strange ways, more than is sometimes expected." The confused look on my face must’ve appeared again as Christian took over from his mate, "sometimes it ruins existing relationships, if someone is in a relationship before, or if a sister's boyfriend turns out to be her fated mate. Sometimes it never happens at all. Sometimes the fated pair aren’t right for each other after all. It’s rare that rejections happen, but they do."

The yearning was palpable, a visceral ache that echoed within me. Oh, how I wished it were as simple as surrendering to this desire. But I understood that fate was at play here, orchestrating a complex dance that extended beyond our immediate desires. Being fated didn't guarantee an effortless path; it simply meant that our destinies were intertwined. The journey ahead would require effort, understanding, and perhaps even compromise.

“Liam has nothing to do with this? Of course he doesn't. It's all my fault that whenever I come to find you, he's always around him. It's all my fucking fault, Noah that you seem to trust him more than you trust me!” My hands flew to my forehead and I hissed. What the fuck was all this? When did we shift to whom I trusted most? Of course it was Liam. He fucking understood me the most but i … I also trusted Leela. I gave her the benefit of doubt. I inhaled deeply, “Liam is my best friend. Of course I trust him. What are you getting at Leela?” I didn't realise Liam had walked over until I noticed the way Leela backed away a bit, and walked over to my side.

It was a purpose, and for the first time in her life, Mira Ellan believed— Maybe they weren’t cursed. Maybe this bond— This impossible, forbidden, fated triad— Might be the only thing powerful enough to save them all.