Playing Fate Novels & Stories

Fate is what happens when you are not watching, yet karma is the way to play fate's wicked game. Now the only thing you can be sure of is yourself. What changes is everything else? The choices and the decisions that you make will remain the same. The only certainties are what you plan. But that too can change; as for me, I planned to live a happy life, yet I am finding myself clinging onto Isabella's hand. But yes, coming back to that word faith. So as the seconds start ticking, and I am staring this man in the eyes. Ya, fuck.

“But yes. They are like sports drinks. And tea.” Abertha relaxing helps me let go a little. Breathe a little deeper. I take a sip from my cup. It’s sweetened with honey. Just how I like it. “First off, it’s not Fate, it’s Fates. Plural. And they aren’t necessarily working together. You’ve got the sports drink Fate who is all about the results. Hydration by whatever means necessary. Pups, pups, pups. That’s all she cares about. But then there’s the tea Fates.”

Like time itself was chasing us, and it was gaining on us. “Come here.” She said, beckoning me with her finger. I walked towards her, my chest tightening with every step. She reached into the pouch around her neck and pulled something out. Black cards. Three of them. She placed them onto the table, lined up and next to each other. “They are unlimited,” She causally informed. “Unlimited as in….?” My brows furrowed. I knew what unlimited meant. I just wanted some clarity.

Baylee’s POV My chest ached from the thunderous pounding of my heart. I knew everything would work out—but the fear still clawed at me. The image of my parents lying dead in my vision haunted me, resurfacing every time I closed my eyes. And yet, beneath the fear, there was something else—excitement. This nightmare was finally nearing its end. My people needed peace. They needed time to grieve, to heal from the loss of those who gave their lives to protect me and my fated mate. They began fighting for us, but in the end, they died fighting for everyone they loved. Now it was my turn to protect them.

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

“I… didn’t think that far yet.” Ema gasped like she’d been personally offended. “No. Absolutely not. This is important.” She started pacing immediately. “This has to be cute. Emotional. Memorable. He needs to cry.” Hazel laughed softly again, wiping her tears. “You really want him to cry.” “Yes.” Ema answered shamelessly. “Because I know he will.” Hazel looked down at the pregnancy test once more, a soft smile slowly forming despite the tears in her eyes. Alan was going to be a father.

Closer to see the nameplate of the device: [Time Machine – Researching] Lina gave a wicked smile, but her parents' words made her pause for a moment: “ The time machine is being researched...” However, when she looked at the past life monitor, her parents' warning words immediately disappeared, replaced by: "If you want to cut off the predestined fate in this life, you must cut the predestined relationship from the previous life."

That pain and depression will be stuck in my heart forever. As we approached the palace, I could hear the sound of drums and trumpets blowing and I could feel my blood running cold. That only signified that it was time to kill Rose. Whenever it was time to execute a criminal in the pack, that was a sign for all of the pack members to gather for the commencement of the killing. “No, no, no.” I muttered in my voice as I urged my horse to run faster. As I was hearing the beat of the drums, it was like counting down to Rose’s death. My heart was beating and racing at the same time. I was going berserk.

They chuckled. “I’m Atropos” the first fate introduced herself. “Clotho” second fate told her. “And I am Lachesis” the final fate said. Amelia nodded her head. “So am I dead?” “No, but you’re recovering…we brought here to congratulate you on your success” Clotho told her. Amelia smiled. “Thank you…I couldn’t have done it without you” They smiled back at her. “The other reason we brought you’re here is to know your decision” Atropos said to her.

However, recent interference with the flow of fate had reduced its accuracy. Without Draco Veinergy, Adrian worried about the future. Jac, a dark immortal who had betrayed humanity, did not believe in fate. Adrian asked, “Why don’t you believe in fate? Would you believe me if I said I can control fate? I’m the master of fate.” “Hahaha!” Jac laughed. “Now, I’m the fish on the chopping block, and you’re still trying to deceive me? What’s the point? You might be able to control my fate, but it only means you can control my life and death.”