Predetermined Fate Novels & Stories

As the characters grappled with the weight of Asmo's ultimatum, the threads of their interconnected destinies wove a tapestry of uncertainty and irrevocable change. "I have always been the architect of my own destiny, weaving the threads of fate with a masterful hand. Fear me not for my power, but for the boundless depths of my resolve. For in the crucible of choice, I am the fire that forges unyielding paths and irrevocable destinies."

Ferguson Ford, a well-known philanthropist of Strego City, had been engaged in charity for nearly twenty years. He had no idea how many he had helped in these twenty years. If there were indeed such a thing as a karmic cycle, Ferguson’s downfall would not have been so miserable. However, life was not a bed of roses. Many circumstances are predetermined. Some say their fates have been written right when they were born, and perhaps it really was so. No matter how influential, rich, or beautiful one was in life… They could only lie in a hospital bed and wail in their final moments.

Regardless of how interesting Zelest Hawthorne might seem. “No!” I fired back, stepping away from him. The roles were reversed now as I took the usual fiery persona which was more of Zelest’s. “We’re nothing. Whatever this is, it’s fate’s cruel joke—a fluke. It’s never going to be more.” Regardless of how poised and indifferent he tried to look, I saw hurt flash in Zelest’s eyes as it did in my chest. It felt like my heart was being ripped away from my chest—rejecting my mate.

He looked at her with a fawning smile and said, "The past is something you have to listen to. Since I've already told you and you're unhappy about it, wouldn't I be wrongly accused?" "I didn't say that I was angry," the expression on her face eased up a bit. "I just think that life is really hard to predict, especially when it comes to relationships." He acknowledged this as well. "The relationships in this world are all about fate. Even if one doesn't know them for ten to twenty years, they still wouldn't be able to accomplish anything. However, once fate has been decided, even if they had only known each other for a single day, it would still be a piece of cake. You and I will make love ov

"I told you, didn't I? Believe me, no one will suspect you in that house and before you know it, things will keep going according to your wishes. You can control who so ever you wish to in that house and non of them will even thought of it as they won't even know what they are doing at that moment." "And we can't say, you know the saying that goes by; 'we might be planning things, we would want things to happen according to our wishes but sometimes, for some reason it just doesn't' and for this, later in the future, we might not be sure... Things might not go according to our plan and if later, it got much worse than this or got out of hands.... Then, there's no doubt that she will have to b

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.

Solid and sturdy, it felt as though his arm supported the heavy burdens that weighed on Tilla’s mind as they began to wander over her lips freely. “Do you think we truly choose who we are? Or are we all destined to fall into the roles fate has designed for us?” she asked. Her voice trailing off moderately as though it too was also lost, Luther thought for a moment. His mind no stranger to the torment of staving off the darker impulses of his other half, he pressed his lips together. Their usually full shape forming a solemn line, he provided her with a response, “I think fate is an excuse for us to choose a lesser path.” Having undoubtedly traveled down this path before, Luther’s brow furrow

"A while ago, I was no one in my life. I spent a few years lamenting about a past that I barely remembered properly. So I met some people who changed me completely. These people were friends with others, and others, and I ended up becoming part of a circle full of people who didn't know why they knew each other. It's crazy to say it out loud, but it's the truth. I think everything has a reason in people's lives. Death, life, wealth, poverty... Unfortunately we only understand when we get to the end of the story, and it's so sad not to be able to control these things. All I wanted most in the world was to know how fate determines who will come our way in the most unexpected way possible.” "I

And Scarlet needed to wipe that negativity away. She took Ace's large, warm hand in her soft little ones. "Four days ago when we went to church, do you remember what the father explained from the Bible? Everything is predetermined on this earth even before we are born including our date of death and birth. Hana finished her tenure here and went to meet God. You're only a human and you cannot alter anyone's destiny though you might wish for it and you did your best to save her life."

“So, if it not been for her mission to kill these Reapers or demons or whatever the hell they are, I could have lived out my life as a human? None of this would have happened?” “It’s not as simple as that Gabriel.” Lucius stepped back and looked at him closely. “This course was predetermined long before you were born. It was always going to happen.” “That’s bullshit!” he shouted. “Every man and woman is responsible for their own destiny. Fate is something you make for yourself.” “Then how do you explain this painting?”