Romeo And Juliet And Fate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My head whips to the side, the sting barely registering before I turn back, grinning. “You can lie to yourself all you want,” she spits, her eyes flashing with rage. “But I know what I feel. I chose Ramon. I would never choose you.” Her words are like a dagger to the gut. But I don’t flinch. Because I know something she doesn’t. She thinks love is just a choice. She doesn’t realize that fate doesn’t care about choices. I lean in slightly, just enough to make her hold her breath. “You’ve spent your whole life fighting against what you are, Jasmine. Fighting against the pull of fate.” My voice drops to a murmur. “What happens when you stop fighting?”

She asked lowly, sadness creeping into her voice. "There is a big probability that you would." He said, staring at her. Juliet's shoulder slumped in defeat. Why did fate decide to be so cruel to her? "Anything that happens, please always be by my side." Juliet pleaded. It was weird for her to be saying this, but he was the only one that she could reply on. He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure." "Thank you." Juliet managed a small smile. "You're welcome." He said.

“A few weeks ago, I hoped I would never see Killian again, and now I miss him only a few hours after he left.” “Ironic? No. There's a different name for that.” My curiosity sparkled. “And that name is?” “Fate,” Ashley said simply. “I believe that fate brought you two together.” I snorted and shook my head, even if she couldn't see it. “Impossible,” I argued. “Fate was never on my side.” “Well, perhaps it's time for it to change. You can't have bad luck your entire life,” she convinced. “You think so?”

“You’re catching on. Yes, they get another chance. But they don’t remember their past lives. Each time is a new beginning.” Charlene’s mind raced. “So what about the Fates? What’s their deal?” “Ah, now you’re asking the real questions.” ReNew’s voice grew thoughtful. “There are two groups here—the ones who lead and the ones who guide souls on their journeys. The Fates are the workers, the ones who carry out destiny. Over time, their spirits pass on, recycled into new lives—either as another Fate or as a soul awaiting rebirth.” “And the others?”

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.

“It is exact.” I shook my head violently. “Bullshit Lyria, I’m married. I chose my mate. I have a child.” My voice faltered. “The idea that I could belong to someone else makes me feel sick.” She held my gaze steadily. “Your husband was your chosen mate, not your fated one. You loved him, Rhea, but fate was never consulted, In a way, you fought against it.” “That doesn't make it wrong,” I whispered. “It doesn't,” she agreed. “But fighting fate has consequences. Souls remember what they are bound to, even when people try to forget.”

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

She was trying so hard not to do that anymore. What she didn’t know was how deeply her words had struck me. She couldn’t know. What she said echoed the life I never got to have. Hera and I never had the chance to grow old together. We never even made it to the altar. We loved each other, but life—or fate, or whatever cruel force ruled the universe—had taken her from me. Romeo and Julie died together. But in my story, Julie died while Romeo lived. Sometimes, I wondered if Romeo would have been miserable if he’d survived like I did. Maybe death was the only way to truly escape the pain of losing someone you love.

I sighed, looking at her. "I wouldn't go as far as saying you're completely wrong, Sophie, but there's something intriguing about fate. It suggests a preordained path, a connection that transcends circumstances. Take my Uncle Vino, for instance; he can't stand Cain Island, so he never took his children there. Yet, somehow, Caspian and Charlotte found each other. It's as if an unseen force brought them together. Caspian wasn't actively seeking Charlotte; He was simply sent on a mission to solve a problem, and fate intervened to unite them. Harper and I never intended to stay in Lumas, let alone become friends with Jacob, but it happened. No matter how hard Jacob tried, she couldn't progress b

Even Celeste hadn’t revealed it. Damon turned toward her, his face ashen. “She was never meant to be yours…” echoed like poison in both their ears. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back in the car, the storm behind them, they sat in silence. Juliette stared at the city lights without seeing them. “Do you think... we were fated to fall apart before we even began?” Damon reached for her hand. “No. I think we were fated to survive what tried to destroy us”. She looked down at their joined hands.