Sealed Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

I'm sorry Aisha, I love both you and your Mom so much, I'm so sorry angel, please forgive me". He finished saying as a tear slipped from his eyes down his cheeks. So many things has happened. And I don't even know what to say right now. I'm confused. "Daddy ..." I called sobbing. "I'm sorry Aisha... Please Aisha, forgive me. Take me to where your mother is, I want to ask for her forgiveness" "Dad... Mo... Mom is... Mom is dead. Few month after you had left us, she fell sick, she had cancer Dad. She later died". "What?!! She had what?! Does that mean, I killed her?" "No daddy, it was her time, I believed no one could kill anyone except it's destined for that person to die".

As Marvin and Jace watched in horror, their hearts heavy with grief, the sage's body crumbled to dust, leaving behind only memories of his bravery and sacrifice. As they stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, their kingdom safe from the sorcerer's dark magic once more, Marvin and Jace knew that they owed their lives and their kingdom's survival to the courage and sacrifice of their dear friend. And though his loss left a void in their hearts that could never be filled, they took solace in the knowledge that his spirit would live on in their memories, guiding them through even the darkest of times.

There was something different in his eyes now, not doubt, not fear… certainty. Then he looked back at Liam. And this time, there was no restraint left. Not anger… not chaos… just absolute finality. “You heard her.” His voice was calm. Too calm. He stepped forward, placing himself fully between Liam and Hazel now. “This isn’t your story anymore.” Liam clenched his jaw, clearly not expecting that. His gaze flickered to Hazel again, desperate now. “Hazel, you don’t mean that, he’s just-” “He’s my husband.” Hazel said and Alan cut in before Hazel even needed to speak, his tone sharper now.

As I read the same phrase a third time, my fingers shook and the words burned into my brain: "The soul is severed when the relationship is severed. Those who reject the cord of fate will either go insane or die. The chair creaked under me as I leaned back. As like it had read the incriminating words too, the small mate mark on my neck blazed. Death or madness. Had Darius been affected by that? Had he been driven to the verge of madness by my rejection? Or did he not fully comprehend the extent of this curse?

she grins. " Your first task is this, there is a timer on the gun facing Fatso over there, I bet you'll try to save him but I advise you don't. The door behind you is locked and there are guns in the walls. You have five seconds, there is a button under his seat, but if you move him, all the guns go off. I don't know how you're gonna get out now, but you must. You have 48 hours and your time starts now, tik tok tik tok" She smiled and the hologram retreated back to its pod.

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

she screamed “You know, I have been waiting for this moment and I am so sorry to see you die but you brought this upon yourself,” she said “I am so sorry Andrew,” she said before she pulled the trigger

Nothing remained— not before perforating his fork-like hand through Zane's stomach, tearing his intestines. "Arghhh!" Zander faintly cried despite his victory. He dropped to the ground, inhaling last breathe of his life whilst casting a glance in the direction of Reyne, his father and others who faintly laid far away from him. It was a glance before a farewell. A farewell that's never arrange reunion afterwards. A farewell that meant separation forever. Till eternity. Until the doomsday. Tears of pain and incomplete reunion with Reyne surged through him as with one last cough he arched his back, staring coldly, lifelessly at the sky, passing on to the great beyond.

I don’t want to wonder anymore if I could ever be redeemed. “I won’t kill you, Chavias. If you yearn for that, you must do it yourself.” Sebastian’s derision was obvious, as he turned his head away. You know I cannot. It was impossible for a Forever Knight to end their own life. Their immortality was well suited to combat any effort to do so. Sebastian had given Chavias his back. “Why do you turn from me Sebastian?” Chavias’ tone was brittle. “Does it cost you too much to look on your former friend?”

“What if she says no?” “Then I will stay with her until she dies and I’ll deal with the loss my own way.” “Which is?” “I have picked out a nice sepulchre by the ocean, close to where I was reborn.” “You’ll petrify yourself?” I haven’t told anyone except Sebastian this, and I never planned on telling Vesper, but I had it all worked out. After the last Festival of Creation, I wanted to go into the Sepulchre. I couldn’t stand it anymore. This life had become too painful. Simone gave me a reason, small and short as that time may be, to keep going for a little while longer. “Sebastian had orders to revive me a hundred years from now,” I say.