Its Fate Novels & Stories

"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.

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Take, for instance, landing on Vic’s doorstep that fateful day when I become the detail for Trinity Stone. At the time, I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be, with whom I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing...falling in love.

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid to take. Take for instance landing up down a deserted road at a diner. At the time I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be with who I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing...falling in love.

"I don't take myself and Rylan's personal suffering very fun." Fate shakes his head at me, his closing strides toward me are ones I refuse to react to. My body is as frigid as a marble statue as he sits next to me, the bed sinking down with him. He smells strangely delightful, like walking through a forest at the crack of dawn. If sunlight and shadows together had a scent, he would describe it. "Your mate will be someone whose mate died many years ago," Fate continues, as if I hadn't spoken just before. "I might even be nice and let you choose who you would like to mark you in the end."

I helped a girl named Stella make all of the stuff she wants to do before she die and just like that, I found my purpose. I found my purpose to live but fate really is fund of games. Fate played with us and guess what? I lost. We lost. Fate really is a dirty player. It never made anyone win against it. Just when I thought everything goes at my own pace, fate came in the frame ruining everything.

Welsh and Jonz arrived at the hospital with jude. Jude was seriously bleeding, "Help Help" Mr.welsh exclaimed, a doctor arrived and took Jude to the surgery room for surgery. After the surgery, the doctor met Mr.Welsh and Jonz, the doctor told them that Jude is alive and that he is still sleeping, "Take me to him" Mr.welsh replied. The doctor took Mr. Welsh to Jude (who was still sleeping). Mr.Welsh called the captain on phone, he told the captain that he had arrested the murderer, that he shot the murderer and the murderer is in the hospital recovering, he requested for back up at the hospital. When the backup arrived , he and Jonz left the hospital