Its Fate Novels & Stories

Her fate. And the war hadn’t even begun yet. . TO BE CONTINUED.....

"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.

Ahytttt, it's my birthday, but it's already ruined. ~Ylluscion

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

Afraid she might never have a chance at independence. Silence enveloped them both. Even the constant click sound from Jason's laptop wasn't heard, he was listening and Stan hated the fact, so he drew closer to whisper to Sophia and probably infuriate Jason. "You might. It's fifty-fifty now, but I promise you we will try hard You and me. Okay?." She nodded in affirmation but with less enthusiasm, Stan was sure he heard someone scoff from afar. That night Sophia lay on her bed and thought about her life and everything that had happened and even where it was headed. She wasn't sure yet where fate was leading her. But she wasn't in a rush.

Is this a coincidence or somekind of twisted fate! There's no such thing as Fate where am from...

is precisely what happened to me. I was just a simple eighteen year old girl who has a loving parent, A typical rich brat who gets everything she desires. I had countless of dreams I wanted to achieve someday. But alas, you just can't be happy without something messing it up and that something is called 'Fate'. Everything I had slipped from my grasp without leaving a single trace of it is being there. My parents kicked me out, I have no roof over my head, no food to eat, not a single penny in my pocket, nowhere to go. All because of one mistake I didn't even do.

Before I can demand another explanation, the strange world around us begins to splinter apart into ribbons of silver and black. “Oh,” Fate says suddenly, like he almost forgot something important. “And Jackson?” I look up sharply. “Try not to die.” The grin that follows is effortless. Beautiful in a deeply irritating way. “She’d be absolutely unbearable if you did.” Then the ground disappears beneath my feet.

I towered over her, I had to be at least almost a foot taller than her. Then when Matt showed up, I pieced two and two together. The daughter of Charlotte Solace that was killed five or so years ago. The daughter of Matt that nobody had seen in the last 4 years since he got his second chance mate, who apparently has done something so vile to Tessa, when he takes over completely as Alpha, Tara and Marissa will be gone. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, she was afraid, the fact she ran into somebody. Matt whispered to her and that's when she looked up at me. Her blue eyes locked on with mine.