Romans & histoires Our Fate

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Sometimes the slightest things change the directions of our lives, the merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment that connects like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swiveled and changed direction on the strength of a chance remark.

Chapter Nineteen Chapter Title: I Don’t Know If I Can Ever Forgive You Fred’s POV I stood by the window, watching the clouds move slowly across the sky. My heart was heavy. The world outside looked calm, but inside me, everything was falling apart. I didn’t feel like a prince. I didn’t feel like anything. I just felt… broken. My father was still lying in bed. He hadn’t opened his eyes. The royal healer said his spirit was weak. That he was holding on, but barely. I wanted to believe he would wake up, but a part of me was scared. What if he didn’t?

I could tell that she was unsure how he would react, knowing that she’d been forced to keep shit from him. It surprised her when he kissed her temple and promised her that he wasn’t upset. Her shoulders relaxed as if he’d helped take off some of the weight that she was carrying around. “Fate is a complicated thing and something that affects everyone in different ways. Imagine a complicated game of Chess. Moves that appear to be inconsequential can actually cause a ripple effect that leads to winning or losing the game. Choices, decisions, and actions from us and others have led us to this point in time. Fate is known for its long game. As such, the game began generations ago. I knew that our

I had all my memories in this place, and I still remembered when I woke up the next morning after my night at the bar—I couldn’t remember anything. What was happening? Didn’t I die? I thought to myself. “You did die,” he replied to me, even without me saying it. “But death is a doorway. And I am Fate. I control who goes in.” I clenched my fists, trying to anchor myself. I wanted to punch him in the face. “What the hell are you talking about? Cut the crap.” His smile never left his face. “It means you are... unique. Not just you—both of you.”

She doesn’t. “What is it?” “I miss her. Isn’t there something we can do to bring her home?” “No. In short. We must vice our time. Things need to happen. Fate needs to take place. Not only her future but those of our future children and children after them.” “Why does fate work like this, Alpha?” Her question mirrors the question I’ve been asking myself for many moons. Fate is the inevitable happenings that are destined long before you can even talk. I wonder who comes up with that bullshit and why.

Fate was something that’s hard to battle with. A fateful moment confronting luck could happen in everyone’s life at least once or twice. It was hard to decipher at times and difficult to accept on some occasions. When the guardian of death came to fetch someone on earth to the other world, fate was the only one that could stop it. It could be either a fateful destiny or a fateful lucky day. As for Layla, she didn’t know which she belonged with though she was a stroke of sudden bad luck arrived and saved her from her dying last moment.

“You’re catching on. Yes, they get another chance. But they don’t remember their past lives. Each time is a new beginning.” Charlene’s mind raced. “So what about the Fates? What’s their deal?” “Ah, now you’re asking the real questions.” ReNew’s voice grew thoughtful. “There are two groups here—the ones who lead and the ones who guide souls on their journeys. The Fates are the workers, the ones who carry out destiny. Over time, their spirits pass on, recycled into new lives—either as another Fate or as a soul awaiting rebirth.” “And the others?”

Josie sighed, “Sometimes the elders in this village are more narrow minded the townsfolk. I didn’t know it would stem to this.” “Please don’t worry Josie. From what I know pain last for years but soon enough they would understand that what occurred was no one’s fault. It was—” “Fate?” Shawn finished his words, causing the man’s eyes to stop of him. He scoffed at the word. “Yes, fate. Something written by someone who create us as they lead our life in their will. There is nothing more that I hate than trusting whatever ‘fate’ this world has for us.”

“Then let’s end this before it ends us.” My stomach twisted. Fate Pack. I hadn’t heard that name in so long that it felt foreign on my skin, like an old scar someone suddenly pressed too hard. My pack.My curse. The place I had been sold from. I forced my lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Fate Pack, huh? Guess the universe has a sick sense of humor.” Adam didn’t look at me, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “It’s not humor. It’s destiny.”

I’m consumed by guilt for all the things I’d thought and said to him. “Room service,” the voice calls again. Zayn moves first. He goes to answer the door. I let out a heavy breath. My hand brushes my wrist instinctively. I look down at the inconspicuous number etched on my left wrist: 364. A day is gone. Three hundred and sixty-four days left to destroy the people who destroyed me. My throat tightens. What if I fail? What if nothing changes? What if fate still drags me to the same grave waiting at the end of the road?