Life And Fate Novel Novels & Stories

He thought if his assumption is correct, then it proves that the weird whirlwind story of their hatred-romance are all the author's cruel fantasy. “This world is real, it’s not a realm that Soleira created. You are not a character from a story, however your fate has been decided by her. That is why you need to stop her from finishing the sequel of that book. That book is the record of your life after the curse started. A book will only finish once a life ceases to exist as a new life and body with the same soul would exist., once again once life ends, a book of life will exist.” “Then it means, the first book is really the record of our past and she controls our fate? How is that even possib

The Fate, once written, holds an undeniable power over one's life. It becomes a destiny that cannot be escaped, no matter how desperately one tries. Luna had never envisioned herself being with Daniel, but the threads of fate were weaving their intricate pattern around her, drawing her closer to him. It seemed that history was determined to repeat itself, while Luna yearned to break free from the past life shadows.

“That face is unfair. You know that, right?” She only smiled wider, and he sighed in defeat. “Fine…” He intertwined his fingers with hers across the table, absentmindedly brushing his thumb over her knuckles while thinking for a moment. “This was the part I remembered…” His voice softened naturally, becoming quieter, more sincere. “I spent a long time thinking love was supposed to feel complicated. Like you had to earn it… or fight for it constantly.” His eyes stayed on hers the entire time. “But then you came into my life and somehow… Home started looking like a person instead of a place.”

Noah pecked his nose. Just then they laughed as Benjamin's stomach grumbled. "Come lets eat. And then i will make sure to wreck this cottage at every surface". Noah winked pulling him into his arms. "I will be waiting". Benjamin winked too. Yes... It was their beginning of a new life. Happy. Wild. Full of love. And yes lots of poundings... This was their Fate that they wrote... ---- Tabby

I couldn’t even lift my feet, not to talk of my whole body. Tears tried to come out of my eyes, but I blinked severally and they went back. What was the point of crying now? My life was already a mess. Just when I felt like everything was okay, something bad would come to ruin everything. I couldn’t wait to die, maybe it was my fate. The worst part was that I was going to die without knowing my identity. I was going to leave this world without knowing who I was truly. The sound of the clanking heels made me snap out of my thoughts. The footsteps coming were slow and steady. My heart began to pound hard. I looked through the darkness to see clearly, and I saw that familiar figure. It was Cass

As a student, he had been deeply moved by The Bridge of San Luis Rey, Thornton Wilder's novel about five strangers who perished together on a collapsing bridge. Naturally, when he started his new job in Nevada he began to dwell on the notions of fate and predestination. He chose to craft a modern take on the classic tale where-in his version-the strangers' lives intersected at the instant of a terror attack. Bernie got his tea, "Thank you, honey. Keep an eye out for my next meeting, okay?" Roz cleared Peter's line of sight

Anna suggested but Georgia shook her head. “You know I can never go back there. That place holds painful memories.." she uttered. Her family left her that night to her own Faye, she almost died. She wandered for days, even hungry without shelter. If not for Anna. She would have committed suicide. But thank goodness she didn't do that. She was blessed with the best gifts ever. "I know how hard it was for you," Anna said gently. "And I know how much you suffered. But I also know how strong you are, and how you were able to pick yourself up and move on. You're an amazing woman, Georgia, and I'm so proud of you."

“So, this is an old journal. It belonged to my grandfather. Given the Banshee’s extended lifespan, it was written approximately five hundred and fifty years ago. There are a few entries I think you will find interesting. He pulls out a pair of reading glasses with bright red frames and slides them onto his face, pushing them up his nose and adjusting them. He clears his throat and begins reading. I’ve been having visions again. Of a man dying well before his time. But I don’t think I care anymore. Since my dear wife passed I don’t see the point anymore. I knew her life would be cut short and I thought I had accepted it, but when the time came I found that I was not prepared. Life without her

"A while ago, I was no one in my life. I spent a few years lamenting about a past that I barely remembered properly. So I met some people who changed me completely. These people were friends with others, and others, and I ended up becoming part of a circle full of people who didn't know why they knew each other. It's crazy to say it out loud, but it's the truth. I think everything has a reason in people's lives. Death, life, wealth, poverty... Unfortunately we only understand when we get to the end of the story, and it's so sad not to be able to control these things. All I wanted most in the world was to know how fate determines who will come our way in the most unexpected way possible.” "I

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 💕