Playing Fate Novels & Stories

com/GoldenPhoenix Thank you. Best of luck, XXX I closed my mails and I felt that invisible positive energy flowing without hindrances. I felt that energy and I am grateful. Grateful that everything is flowing calmly. Even with this unimaginable contract, I still want to pursue writing. Even I did not finish my college course, I will still create my life. I can imagine my future now. After this contract, I will live in a faraway country or remote place away from everything that has hurt me. I will leave from this city soon. I will start anew. Something unexplainable ignited inside me-- HOPE.

he furrows his eyebrow at my words, so I tell him everything Selene told me. When I’m finished, he growls loudly at what Fate has done, not just to me but to others. Fate has always been a trickster. Playing with the lives of everyone, she is a puppet master. People blame their god for how their lives have turned out, but in reality it’s fate’s doing. She is vicious and can destroy you on a whim. No rhyme or reason. It depends on her mood.

Ball Dance", that's your Fate. The dance will be done after the game.” As the saying of this game goes, “Maybe the one standing in your front is your fate forever!" “So shall we start?” “THE GAME of FATE will now begin!” the hosts uttered in unison. *** LIGHTS OFF 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 … Yillan slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the sudden light. She looked up and found her heart the first one to react. It was beating loudly! "We meet again," Zai uttered the first thing when they met each other tonight. It was in a cold voice while smiling.

He said and my dad looked at him in shock. “My daughters”? He asked and smiled nervously. “My daughter's just clocked nineteen, they are still young and don't need mates yet. Especially not one who is not their fated”. He said and alpha George nodded. “I understand you want to protect them, but this is an order Micheal. If you don't choose one, you'll have to put both of them on the line and let fate play it's game”. He said and I could see dad bend his head for a long time before he raised his head to look at alpha George.

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

His eyes told me how happy he was to see me happy. He then took my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Angela, this song is for you. I made it myself. I named this song Fated. I believe we are destined to be together in this life and no one can separate us. Our love will never end until death do us part,” he said in a soft voice. Tears of happiness dripped from my eyes while her eyes were filled with tears. We then smiled at each other before he took me into his warm embrace.

Amelia said cheering me up. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it going to be?” I asks. “Well, we’ve never experienced it before but from what Caden’s mom said, it is the scariest rule ever. A lot of ladies eyeing Caden gets a chance to fight you for your position and it is a fight to death” She said making me sigh. “What are you guys up to?” Keith said as he and Caden walks in. “We are just leaving” I said as I drag Caden out of the room towards his office.

“What do you know? Must be fate.” I start walking again. “Or I’m in hell.” I hear his intoxicating chuckle as he follows me in silence to the next class. I take my seat, almost in the back. He still sits close, but this time he was diagonal from me and out of my line of vision. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to focus in this class. I think I heard fate laugh at me. “What the hell were you and Ryan talking about?”

His father had used his position to swap him in under Peter’s name. Peter was also from our town. He was an orphan and had gone missing three years earlier. After learning that, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Jackson and his father. Peter had found out the truth during Jackson’s junior year and confronted them. So they beat him to death and buried him under the persimmon tree at their home. When I tried to report it, the two of them found out. At that time, Jackson already held a high position. Since I had shown up at his workplace, needing to maintain the image of a loving husband, or perhaps for other reasons, he stopped hitting me after that.

His car still smelled of him, like some expensive car freshener, and Khyle was already growing oddly fond of it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He had a growing feeling that fate was sitting back on her high and mighty ass, clutching her stomach and laughing hysterically at the both of them. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Well, Khyle didn't believe that fate was something set in stone. He believed that for the most part you made your own fate, shaped the course of your own destiny. Even when the world seemed to have other plans, you always had choices. You had to stay the course for the things you really wanted, fight for your dreams.