Novel & Cerita Its Fate

I launch myself off, Roll in the air and land on my feet for a perfect dismount. Jayson eyes went wide and he looked like he was going to save me again, but then relaxed. I fix my hair and walk to him. "Do you believe in fate?" He scrunched his brow. "Like it's all in the cards kind of thing?" I lean on the machine beside him. "Yeah. Like no matter what, the universe keeps pulling you in a certain direction. Fate." He shakes his head. "Never had reason to. Fates not really for guys like me. Why?"

Fate had a merciless, screwed up sense of humor when it set me up with this monster, and made me marry him in a last minute forced marriage, or more like imprisonment. And my fate was crystal clear, death is coming for me…sooner rather than later.

My eyebrows met in curiosity, “Why?” “We were somehow related by blood and we didn’t knew about it.” His voice suddenly sounded sad. “That’s too bad.” I mumbled. He shrugged as she glanced at me, “That’s how life goes. We don’t always have the happy ending that we want.” I nodded, “Where is she now?” “I don’t know. I never see her since I graduate.” He replied with a half smile. “She’s possibly in good hands now.” I smiled as I glanced at him.

I wish he would never return or I would end up hearing that he got into an accident and died on the spot. I remember when I would sit served by the windowsill almost every night talking to the moon goddess about the possible way she would make him die, never to return but every time I seemed to say that prayer he came back home even looking healthy and fresh. I grew tired because I wished all these things to him yet nothing was happening. The moon goddess was by his side and he was growing stronger, becoming more powerful he was intoxicated by power. It was obvious, I saw it in his eyes. I just don't know when this started or if it has something to do with the organization he had joined. All

Sir Daverly Velardi, for example, had influence over any living animal. There was plenty of camaraderie going on. It was amazing to see how interwoven and connected everyone was. Perhaps this was fate’s design to bring everyone together. If that was the case then we would definitely need everyone because fate did not make mistakes. Everyone had a fate, and it was up to us to decide whether or not we would pursue it. We decided to gather everything that we needed for the astral projection once we got home. He was still not thrilled about it, but he was thankful that he could be right there with me. I made sure to explain that this felt extremely important for me to do this tonight.

"Fiona Katherine Winchester breaks up with Sebastian Prime over spilt wine. Most coveted Female Billionaire is once again single." Curse Sebastian and my Mother, my upcoming weeks were going to be a living hell, I was sure of it.

"Fate is like energy. It cannot be created nor can it be destroyed. The wheel turns, but the wind, situation, and road will determine which direction and the speed at which it turns. You cannot defy fate. You can only pass it to another or push it forward." "What could that mean?" I asked. Dayo turned to Darragh. "If I survive your father, Riona comes for me. That tells me something important. It's important that I die." Darragh scoffed. "You cannot be serious." "I am." She looked between us, her expression eerily calm. "Does it not make sense to you?" "Permit me to speak," I said. "Speak," Dayo replied.

I had all my memories in this place, and I still remembered when I woke up the next morning after my night at the bar—I couldn’t remember anything. What was happening? Didn’t I die? I thought to myself. “You did die,” he replied to me, even without me saying it. “But death is a doorway. And I am Fate. I control who goes in.” I clenched my fists, trying to anchor myself. I wanted to punch him in the face. “What the hell are you talking about? Cut the crap.” His smile never left his face. “It means you are... unique. Not just you—both of you.”

Fate says, “removal will be authorized.” Removed. Not reaped. Erased. “No,” I say. “Order requires resolution.” “Order does not require cruelty.” Fate does not answer that. He dissolves back into the weave, leaving only the pressure of inevitability behind him. The silence that follows is not peaceful. It is suffocating. I return to the mortal world. Her apartment is dim, lit by the soft glow of her laptop. She sits curled on the couch, blanket pulled close, notebook resting on her lap. She chews the end of her pen, thinking, not writing.

“Fate already did.” Before Lucian could respond, lightning struck a tree behind us, splitting it in two. The world exploded in light and sound. I barely had time to pull Lucian back before the flames caught the ground. Kellan and his men retreated, their shapes vanishing into the storm. Lucian turned to me, eyes burning. “Is it true?” My throat tightened. I couldn’t speak. I wanted to deny it, but the truth was already there between us. “I don’t know what I am anymore,” I whispered.