Life And Fate Book Novels & Stories

Julian stood with me in a Miami cemetery as we buried Adrian. His family came too. His younger brother told me quietly, “That’s what he wrote in his will. No matter how long he lived… no matter who you married… five years, twelve years, forever— bury him where you live.” “So he can look at the same sky as you.”

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

He walks straight over, never lifting his eyes from the book. “I think it’s the death count. It’s never been recorded on paper. Even banshees are not capable of passing so many souls through their body.” “So what does that mean?” Drake snaps as I lift my head. “It means she’s killed so many people her tiny body just can’t hold it. She has killed thousands of people, Drake. Thousands. Even an adult banshee only takes hundreds in their lifetime. Baylee has killed more in one day than many have killed in their lifetime. Her body is trying to catch up!”

I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned up side down. How fate decided to toy with me, and treated me like a ragdoll. Tossing me upside down, taking me to my breaking point. Over and over again. This is not a book for the faint hearted. There will be tragic sadness loss of a mate. The gruesome demon slaughtering. The struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark and sensually erotic.

Elias studied her for a long moment, reading her and doing all the things he did when he met something he did not yet understand. She held his gaze without difficulty, which was surprising because most people didn't. "Speak," he said at last. "Say whatever you came to say." She moved around the table, trailing one finger along the edge without looking down at the maps. As if she had already seen them. "There is a thread," she said slowly, "that runs through fate. It is quite literal to those of us who can perceive it. Every life is bound by threads,to choices, to people, to outcomes that are already written, and outcomes that are still being decided." She paused, her finger stopped moving. "

Fate closed her book. "I'm sorry" Vivian said as she looked at her book. "That book is no game, woman. It can change the universe for good and bad" Fate said. Vivian looked at her. "It can make the dead breathe and the living sleep. It can turn light into dark, it can light fire from sparks, all of the universe, you now have in your hands, your heart, you have in your hands" Fate said as she stood right before her. Vivian looked into her blue eyes which looked as if they possessed the entire sky in them.

That's all it says so I turned to the next page. Chapter 1. Do you believe in fate? How about destiny? All things happening are all well planned by our destiny. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny. I frowned. Does this book have hope? I get absorbed in what I read. Mythology is written then destiny and fate are content? Is this book fooling me? But somehow, the context is rubbing my gut. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny...

That's all it says so I turned to the next page. Chapter 1. Do you believe in fate? How about destiny? All things happening are all well planned by our destiny. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny. I frowned. Does this book have hope? I get absorbed in what I read. Mythology is written then destiny and fate are content? Is this book fooling me? But somehow, the context is rubbing my gut. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny...

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

Most whores didn't become a whore because they wanted to — Life made them one. We can't choose our destiny — it was already written. But the only thing we can do is edit, make amends, and shove a middle finger on the face of FATE! "FUCK LIFE, YOU WON!" THIS NOVEL IS WRITTEN BY ME — RF EWELE DAUGHTER OF A CHILD PREDATOR WHO WANTED TO PROVE TO LIFE THAT I DIDN'T CHOOSE MY DESTINY — BUT I CAN EDIT IT TO MY TASTE! Bye for now 💕