Jalter Fate の小説・ストーリー

He doesn’t have enough time left. I can not interfere with his destiny again. I should watch them unfolds at this time. “It was fate that you met Seraphim Jamal. Your destiny has been entangled together. That’s why you met with her even in the future. It was met to happen, I have no answers why she was not your mate. Fate has a way of toying with people's lives.” I stood up and sighed. I walked to one of the wolves who had his eyes opened and shut them.

"You're really good at trying to wriggle out of this situation." Jacob Carlson clenched his teeth. "But it's not bad enough to deserve death, right? Please just for my sake, spare my brother's life and my family will compensate you however much you want." Jate suddenly smiled. He was smiling, but he looked even more terrifying than the devil to Jacob Carlson. "For your sake?" Jate spot disdainfully. "Who are you? How are you where tipple me to do anything for you? I don't even know who you really are!"

His current state made it impossible for him to resolve the situation. He would have to reshape his physical body and regain his strength. However, the Heavenly Path already deemed him dead. Once he reshaped his body and Primordial Spirit, the Heavenly Path would surely catch on and immediately kill him. “It’s fate. Everything is fated.” Emperor Jabari took a deep breath. He felt the reason a fragment of his soul survived was that everything was already predetermined by fate. “You can’t rush it, James. We still don’t know the exact situation yet. If it’s really what I guessed, then I’ll have to reshape my physical body ahead of time. However, I’ll need your help with that.”

I hadn't saved enough for university, and I wouldn’t even have a place to lay my head. I was currently in Janet’s room crying my eyes out. My mum won’t speak to me and that made it even worse. I was now regretting my actions, what was I thinking, what in the world encouraged me to date someone like Brian? Life didn't work like that. This wasn’t a fairytale, where the poor girl ends up with the rich charming prince. My crazy mind made me believe, I was going to live happily ever after with him, and what did he do? He left me to the wolves at the first chance he got!

“I just don’t know if, in this life, you’ll still become the richest man in the country after being with me.” I meant it as a casual remark, but Mark lowered his head and kissed my hand. “I’ll work hard. Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone who hurt you go.” I nodded, then asked if what Lily said about him was true. He sighed and tapped my forehead. “You’re overthinking. I’m a law-abiding citizen.” I let out a breath of relief. As long as he was fine, that was enough. Less than two months later, news came from the prison that Jackson was dead.

she mutters, almost to herself. Xalithor is dumbfounded and stunned. He lowers the hand that was outstretched, frowning and speaking with difficulty: "Fate reserves unexpected paths... The flames... They did not point your way... Because you are the way," he says in a solemn tone, although he looks puzzled. Vertothgar, who was ready to attack before, watches Marcus with an expression that mixes mistrust and curiosity. He says nothing, but his eyes fixed on the Equilibrium Bearer reveal a certain fascination.

He asked her in a curt tone but Georgia kept quiet. “I'm asking a question!!! What's your name!!!” He yelled so hard that everyone flinched feeling a cold spine run through them. “Georgia Brooke” she replied in a shaky voice. “I, Jared Cameron, the Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you, Georgia Brooke of the blue moon pack as my fated mate.." And that was it. Georgia felt a pain coursing through her body.

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

Upon receiving the news of my death, Sam collapsed onto the ground in a daze. He didn’t cry when his father scolded him or make a sound when he was beaten until his skin split open. Now, he covered his face, finally breaking down in tears. “You’re lying to me. Hazel isn’t dead.” Matteo was furious. “She was executed by Isla the day she betrayed you. Isla is far more suitable to be a mafia boss’s wife. Your son likes her, too. Now that Hazel is gone, you should marry Isla!”

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”