Predestined Novels & Stories

she said smiling like someone who just won a race. The preacher spoke of destiny—not as a distant dream, but as a present calling. He spoke of fire, of awakening, of moments when God steps into a man’s life and rearranges him from the inside out. He spoke of encounters that feel heavier than emotion, deeper than romance, stronger than fear.

I asked. Harper turned the pages. “I don’t know.” An old recorder began playing by itself. Talus’s voice filled the chamber. “Predestination is only architecture that gods call romance.” I hit the device. My fist went through the table. The recording continued from another speaker. “If you know the ingredients, you can prepare the coincidence.” Elian went still. Harper lost all color from her face. “Is he saying our bond was manufactured?” she asked. The question cut through me.

So real it seemed to touch something inside his chest. The Lycan fell silent for a second. And then… “This… is for us.” Dmitry’s entire body reacted. His blood boiled. His skin seemed to stretch from within, as if something wanted to emerge. He turned. “What was that?” Alexei asked, noticing his brother’s sudden tension. Dmitry didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on the door, where the perfume still lingered. “Predestined.” The word was not an idea. It was a decree.

My father stated. “A wedding!” I exclaimed, “Don’t you think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself dad?” “No, Miriam. Our clan adores you, but they do not trust your mate or his clan. You and he are fated mates, a wedding is inevitable, and it will go a long way in easing the minds of our people.” He answered.

"I have decided that Princess Isabella Rosette Campbell of Elysian will be bound in a wedlock with me, King Nicholas the third of Arcane, two full moons henceforth from this day" he announced and smirked. Yesterday was a full moon day. That means I have two months. Freaking two months!

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

He was a notorious adding criminal in US and it was only Buniyaminu's stepmother that he was working for but also uses to work as an hire assassin for other people and doing this for people not know that she was the one that he was working for. Buniyaminu's stepmother was so a powerful woman and a drug dealer, she had been dealing with drug from her middle school and it was her stepfather that put her into it also BLACK MAN too and told them to be working together, that BLACK MAN should be her helpful. Two of them were age mate and started the dirty job together.

She tight clench her hands and looks down, thinking and deep for the excuse and words that she can fight against Kyle, but she wasn’t given a chance. “Things that are written, already recorded and pre-recorded are bund to happen one way or another.” Kyle explains, pointing deep and emphasizing that fact even deeper just to shake Alliah out of her foolishness. “Fairly, it goes like this.” He continue, giving her that specific example. “You ought to change someone’s destiny and prevent their death. You might not go directly in the same time of that person’s death, but you can always put yourself ahead of time and do everything to prevent such a horrific end. Let’s say that you succeed and you

A gesture apparent enough in the fragmented darkness of the hotel room to have imprinted itself on me. Aryan propagation was an ideal to Hitler and his madmen. The elephant man wasn’t about ideals. His vision involved a future steeped in chaos. Randomness. Entropy. All of these, as it happened, were natural cousins of inevitability, which the woman had hinted at when she said, “It is beyond our control.” This was actually an idea that had been turning over in the back of my head for some time now. Inevitability could be broken down, as I saw it, into three categories: orchestration, which I’ve already touched on; natural order, which needs no commentary; and predestiny, the strictly metaphys

The Priest even noticed it and just smiled. "Welcome, loved ones. Today, We are gathered to join Anika Hodgens and Jaz Amanda in holy matrimony." The Priest got started on the microphone as the music faded. VOW EXCHANGE "Anika Hodgens, I promise to choose you as my wife for the rest of my life, even after life or reincarnation. I will love you with all my heart in word and deed. I will laugh with you, sob with you, scream with you, grow old with you. To be your kin and partner in life's roller coaster is all I could hope for.