Romans & histoires Our Fate

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Take, for instance, driving down a deserted road and finding a woman that was stuck and helpless pulled off on the side. At the time, I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be with whom I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing...falling in love.

“A few weeks ago, I hoped I would never see Killian again, and now I miss him only a few hours after he left.” “Ironic? No. There's a different name for that.” My curiosity sparkled. “And that name is?” “Fate,” Ashley said simply. “I believe that fate brought you two together.” I snorted and shook my head, even if she couldn't see it. “Impossible,” I argued. “Fate was never on my side.” “Well, perhaps it's time for it to change. You can't have bad luck your entire life,” she convinced. “You think so?”

Solid and sturdy, it felt as though his arm supported the heavy burdens that weighed on Tilla’s mind as they began to wander over her lips freely. “Do you think we truly choose who we are? Or are we all destined to fall into the roles fate has designed for us?” she asked. Her voice trailing off moderately as though it too was also lost, Luther thought for a moment. His mind no stranger to the torment of staving off the darker impulses of his other half, he pressed his lips together. Their usually full shape forming a solemn line, he provided her with a response, “I think fate is an excuse for us to choose a lesser path.” Having undoubtedly traveled down this path before, Luther’s brow furrow

"Miss Alice!" I stopped as turn to find Zayn. "Miss Alice?" His expression falls. Zayn opens an umbrella blocking the rain. "Are you okay?" I hold back the tears and never answer him. Looked up at the sky once more. "Zayn, do you believe in fate?" "Of course! Miss Alice, you are my fate." I scoff at his optimism as my smiles fade. "I don't know. You never know the fate. Unsure what path you end up with. But my mother… didn't choose her fate. It's already planned for her," looking at him. "You heard, didn't you."

Selene tells Fate while side-eyeing him. I don’t need to hear anymore. ‘If she were alive,’ is all that rings in my head. My beautiful mate and child are dead, but I know that I’ll be with them soon on the other side. “Will you take care of my family? My pack?” “Always,” Selene smiles. A bright light, almost blinding, fills the sky, so much so, everything else fades away. I close my eyes and accept that there is nothing more. “Remember,” Fate’s voice sounds like an echo to my mind. “Fate cannot be outrun, Lorcan Dalgaard. All will be as fated.”

Then asked before I could stop myself: “What do you think about all this?” Franco didn’t even flinch. He just stared ahead, stoic. I almost regretted asking. Almost. But then, he spoke, eyes still on the road. “Fate,” he said, voice like gravel. “Fate is a cruel thing. Sometimes, you don’t get to write it. Most times... You don’t get to escape it either. All you can do is trust the process. Or be destroyed by it.”

I could feel his grip on my hand tighten. “Miss. Hazel Watson, do you take Mr. Alan Martin as your lawful husband, to have and hold to, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The priest asked me, I was all blank. All I could think about was Liam and Ruby. “Hazel?” my chain of thoughts broke from his soft voice and I looked at him. And I realized I have to say it now.

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.

“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?”

Drink himself into the ground. The thought brings a lump to my throat, and I close my eyes. Fuck. Why did this have to happen? Why Zahra? My perfect, beautiful little titch. The only girl I’ve ever loved, and I don’t give a fuck what the Goddess has planned, I can’t see that changing. But fate saw fit to snatch her away from us, and we all know she’s gone for good now. After this long, she’s not coming back to us. Not alive anyway.