Poem About Destiny And Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

These very qualities make you the thorn in the garden of my love, the barrier to the destiny Hyacinth and I are meant to share. But fate, dear one, is not without its sense of humor. Shall we let the wheel spin? A gentle roll of the roulette to decide who shall remain and who shall fall? Perhaps this time, the odds will not be so merciful. Prepare yourself, my lovely adversary. For even the strongest shields can splinter under the weight of inevitability. XOX

“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.”

“W…what? You can’t expel me ma’am. I…it was not my fault. I was stalked and almost violated. Those are illegal photos taken of me without permission…” “Here you go again with your excuses instead of owning up to your mistakes. When are you going to get rid of your victim mentality?” She sneered. I internally scoffed. She never called me over to listen to my side of the story. She could not even ask why I looked like a mess. As expected, my life meant nothing to anyone. I felt worthless and hopeless. Being an omega was truly the worst fate the moon goddess could ever give to me.

“You may fight it. You may deny it. But destiny is not a thing to be refused, Amala Luna Velasco. It flows through your veins as surely as the stars flow through the night sky.” “The Voice does not command. The Voice merely reveals. And what has been revealed cannot be unseen.” “When the three moons of blood align, you will fulfill your purpose. Or watch as all you love burns around you regardless.”

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen this before — in that red desert, under the three moons. The devil had knocked. And now she wanted in.

Of destiny. The void is no longer empty.

I didn't use those words while I poured out my turbulent mental meanderings to Aya. "Cáel, destiny cuts both ways," my little imp bathed me in her insightful purity. "If we listen, it prepares us for what we must do. Destiny also places us in situations where we know what should be done. We do not hide behind such concepts as Fate, Dadda.

Whispered choice in the lowest possible audible voice of hers, with sadness filled in her heart. “We can’t do anything. And I couldn’t do anything to save him. It was … it was his fate. He had to die like that. Sometimes, fate is the most cruel thing, but in the end, all things fall in place.” Destiny said to choice and tried to calm herself and her little brat.

Destiny has a lot of names, fate, future, divine decree, gods will. Some people say it's karma and some say it’s just coincidences. I never believed in any of those but after that day I didn’t know what to say. I just want to say one thing that I learned from things that happened after that day, you will have to scatter all the pieces first if you want to assemble the jigsaw puzzle perfectly. Life or fate or whatever you want to call it, it has a beautiful way of smearing paint on the canvas only to make an extraordinary piece of art.