Romans & histoires Our Fate

I know he’s an immortal who is millions of years old, who has dealt with bigger issues than this, but it all seems so calculated and cruel. “Trust me, no one will miss him. This is for the best. Let Death and Karma be the judgement for him in the next life. I promise you they will be harsh,” Fate says, as if it’s meant to assure me. In actuality, it makes my stomach turn. “Anything would be better than murdering him in cold blood,” I say softly. Fate sighs, grabbing my arm to yank me out of the tent. Thankfully no one is around to see me getting man handled by an Immortal.

I answered simply. "Yeah but you can't escape your fate. You can change your future alright but when something is meant to be, it will happen. Think about it: there are some people who meet in the strangest of circumstances and it turns out that they were fated as lovers yet two other people can meet in the rosiest of scenarios and become fated enemies. My view on fate is not a blueprint of one's life but simply an inescapable event that someone will go through one way or another." I still wasn't convinced but his argument surprised me. Jason didn't seem like the debating type: he looked more like an adorable class clown. I didn't see myself as a judgemental p

is precisely what happened to me. I was just a simple eighteen year old girl who has a loving parent, A typical rich brat who gets everything she desires. I had countless of dreams I wanted to achieve someday. But alas, you just can't be happy without something messing it up and that something is called 'Fate'. Everything I had slipped from my grasp without leaving a single trace of it is being there. My parents kicked me out, I have no roof over my head, no food to eat, not a single penny in my pocket, nowhere to go. All because of one mistake I didn't even do.

This is one of the many reminders that we are more alike than we wish to acknowledge. And if we continue to live the way we do right now - where the strong oppress the weak and the voiceless is swallowed up by the voiced - we disgrace the past and don’t deserve the future. Fate, they say, is inevitable… but fate, for me, is just another word for bad luck. Hence, fate is not meant to control us… if you fail to control your fate, it will control you. I am at a cross road where I cannot tell what is real and what’s not anymore… I just hope I’m not losing it.”

She glanced from the leaving waiter, then back to Tobias. “What…what are you doing?” “Letting fate decide.” “What is that meant to mean?” “It means everything that happens in this world, is controlled by fate. Our meeting, our marriage, the divorce, later meeting again, the events that happened and even down to this very moment, It’s all being controlled by one single string. Fate. I don’t know about you, but I believe everything, had led to the very moment, in the future, where we are happy together, however that might not be the case,”

, the third one says. I look at them in confusion. “What are you talking about?” “We are the fates, we see everything. We saw what would happen before your parents were even born. How Agron and Khaos would destroy everything. We did try to look at different scenarios, but the only one that ensured they wouldn’t win was the path that would cause you most pain” the first one picks up from the third. “If you knew, couldn’t you have stopped it? Stopped the abuse that led Agron down the path of vengeance”

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid to take. Take for instance landing up down a deserted road at a diner. At the time I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be with who I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing...falling in love.

" -The End- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, fate is fate! No matter how impossible or how many miles you are, when fate brings you to him/her, you're truly for each other! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: Thank you so much to those who give my story a chance! Hope you enjoy it to the very last flip of the story! Thank you and Godbless! Truly Yours, Belle Cassy ❤

Kazeal said, taking a deep breath. “I can try,” I said. Kazeal nodded wearily. “Hey,” I gained his attention. “Hmm?” “People often like to represent the shackles of fate by a red string. But I used to believe the same, but not anymore. We are all bound by thorny vines of fate and it appears like a red string to the eyes because the vines are smeared with our blood. It’s ok to feel lost. I feel exactly the same right now. But none of this is our fault. I know you want to stop this war and I know why you don’t want me to get involved, but Kazeal, can we fight fate? Can we ever execute our plans the way we imagined?”

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.