Fated To My Sister's Chosen Mga Nobela at Kwento

Together, they devised a plan to navigate the tumultuous waters before him, determined to chart a course that would shatter the oppressive chains of his coerced union. Alone with his sister, Jace contemplated his future, the weight of his grandfather's expectations pressing heavily upon his shoulders. "I refuse to succumb to this fate, sis," Jace declared, his voice resonating with unyielding resolve. "My life cannot be dictated by the whims of others. I will find a way to break free from this forced union." She nodded her unwavering support a testament to the unwavering strength that had come to define their bond. "You have the power to shape your destiny, Jace. It won't be easy, but I'll s

I said. She looked at me. "I've known for a while," I said. "I just haven't said it back yet." She was very still. "Aurora," I said. "Yes." "You are the sister I chose," I said. "Not in the complicated way. In the simple, complete way." I held her gaze. "Tomorrow you stand beside me in the ceremony. Not behind me, not watching from the courtyard, beside me, because that is where you have been from the beginning and that is where you will be."

His eyes told me how happy he was to see me happy. He then took my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Angela, this song is for you. I made it myself. I named this song Fated. I believe we are destined to be together in this life and no one can separate us. Our love will never end until death do us part,” he said in a soft voice. Tears of happiness dripped from my eyes while her eyes were filled with tears. We then smiled at each other before he took me into his warm embrace.

As if, fate decided to unleash its wrath on me. My life took a 180 degrees turn on my sister's wedding day. I found myself being dressed as the bride, walking down the aisle, trying not to crumble under everyone's sombre gaze and taking vows to be with my sister's fiancé, the vampire lord, Damian Beaufort until my death.

They may not have specifically told me that the Fated Luna Queen they were talking about earlier was me, even though all the description they gave refers to me, Mikey, and DK. And it’s not only that but I find it funny how they both say that it will always be my choice if I want to become one or not, but then as our conversation continued it made me feel like I have no other choice but do it. Fated Mate is something that’s so sacred to me. You may say I am a hopeless romantic and you’ll find me agreeing. I am the type of girl who believes in magic, in fate, and destiny. Despite all of the bad things that had ever happened to your life, there was still hope because by the end of it all someth

he added "That's unfair..." I protested " I don't care Tomas because you made your decision a long time ago," he said This was so unfair, why should she be asked to choose when a choice was already made for her by the moon goddess and why didn't I get a say in what happened to our mate bond?

If I want to see him, it’s getting obvious that I’ll have to go and look for him. Unless he doesn’t want to see me. What did his mother tell him about my sister? Did he go looking for her? Maybe that’s why I haven’t seen him all day. An ache spreads throughout my chest as I think about that. They were childhood friends. She was his destiny. He has been looking for her for years. And somehow, stupid me has managed to convince myself that he’s content enough with me. That I can take her place. God, what’s wrong with me? My sister could have been murdered because of this guy, and all I can think of is how much I want to stay at his side.

“Because he’s my mate too; he belongs to me as I belong to him. As you belong to us. I wouldn’t want him anywhere but beside me, beside us.” “We do not deserve someone like you, Theo.” “Of course you do, baby. You did not deserve the life you were dealt with, but you were born worthy of me as I were you.” “Fate?” She asks. “Exactly. You are my fate. As is Khai, and I wouldn’t argue against the choices Celeste made for us.” She frowns, looking forward again. “I can’t say I agree with that. I’d argue that she made the wrong choices for me.”

“There’s hundreds of others to ask. Cedes or Bells would be perfect.” He puffed out his cheeks in mock frustration. However, my suggestion wasn’t anything to complain about unless the thought of going against Bella hurt their egos. She was Jay's fated mate, and was just as good, if not better, than all six of them. And then there’s Mercedes, his twin sister, and my best friend. She was just as athletic as him, which was perfect. Jay threw his hands up in a dramatic gesture, “But they’re not you! I can’t keep my hands off Bells, as for Cedes? Well, we argue way too much during games.”

Birds would still sing tomorrow, guards would still patrol, people would still laugh somewhere, and my entire life had just been rewritten. My sister was not lost in chaos, not collateral, not some tragic casualty of war. She had died trying to save me because she knew, because she saw what the Covenant intended, because she chose me. The memory came without warning. Her hands in my hair, careful but patient. Braiding it before dawn while I complained about waking early. I was sixteen, too angry, too sure of myself. She had laughed softly and said, not everyone who protects you is protecting you, Zara.