Life And Fate Novel Novels & Stories

Tehzeeb I welcome you all to my new novel. Sneak peak Tehzeeb a young and elegant lady. She have grown up without knowing what opulence is rather she have grown up to know what penury is. Would she be able to know what opulence is? or rather would she forever remain in penury? Opposite they said attract. Does that mean the rich and the poor attract. Fate can't be change and Destiny they said can't be predicted.

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

It could be opened, so I did it and I saw a note saying ‘Once I will marry you! I started laughing quietly. I didn’t really remember it. I didn’t have a good memory, back then and I kept forgetting everything. Then I started reading a lot and I was interested in poetry as well. I liked learning them by heart. That’s what helped me stop forgetting things. I put the pendant on and took my book. I kept thinking about the pendant, but I stopped the minute, I sat on the couch near Linc. I started reading. It was the book Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. It’s a chaotic novel. At first, all of the heroes seem great, but one of them becomes the most hated person. Why? Because of the callous fate.

He said as he kept the book on the table beside him and fell on the bed. Lucus sat outside the balcony, on the railings. He raised his hand and the antabulam flew towards him. His eyes turned grey as he opened the book. "Negative one year" He wrote something inside it. "How rare for you to cut down lives" Fate sat beside him. "Am I doing something wrong?" "You are the angel of death so you deal with death yourself. Don't drag me into something so simple" Fate said as she got up. "You're funny."

Coming to this point, the man stop writing, look at her, and asked, "Now choose, what life do you wish to have?" Raizel thinked of it and asked herself, 'what are the things that lead to me and my family's death? Who caused it?'. It's not long before she find an answer, 'was it Chaster? No. My father? No. So was it me? I guess it's me. If only... If only I lived an Ordinary Life. Maybe we continue to live happy 'til today. That's right! Since it's a mistake to live a life beyond ordinary, then in my next life, I would like to live an Ordinary Life'

If it was a battle of swords, they would have fought it but it was a battle of fate so they were waiting anxiously. In each person, there was a measure of good and bad, in everyone's fate there was fortune and misfortune. However, for Devlin and Sarah, both the misfortune and fortune was this love...which was cruelly torn apart by fate. (Book 2 of the fate series coming soon! Stay tuned. Follow me on social media as @her_bleeding_pen for more updates. I hope you like and enjoy the novel! Please rate and write a review on my goodreads page. It will bring me great pleasure to read your reviews!

I coughed and hit my chest a few times before taking a drink of juice and looking at him in surprise. “Your mother!?” I shrieked in surprise, my mind reeling from that unexpected development. “I thought...the rumour around the pack is that Orso’s first mate died.” Silas sighed and shook his head. “My mother is very much alive. She and my father were never mates and never did care for each other much. I was the product of...a drunken affair if you will. He’s told everyone she’s been dead for years when he just had her live somewhere hidden and isolated. The moment I could I brought her here and tried my best to give her a good life. She has her own home, freedom and has found her true mate af

I loathed them for filling my life with fury. Our fate is determined by the house we grow up in. Your story's first author is your mom. This has me wondering everyday I spent alive, that what is my fate? Is the life I'm living really the life I should be. All this I can never know but can always wonder. But what I do is I was writing my own fate, I couldn't change it but the least I could was make mine.

The question rising in me sounded louder than the wind. Did I want this fate? I had lost my pup, and I was still alive while he would never live this life again. Did I want to risk the same brutal line of suffering for the chance of love—even if it might mean death? I once would have said yes, because I wanted my pup back. But now… I was beginning to think there might be more to life than dying. Maybe fate wanted me to find what would truly make me happy. Maybe it wanted me to reach for the blessings stole from me by grief, depression, anxiety, and so much poison. Maybe it was time to search for that peace.