Novel & Cerita Strings Of Fate

Everything still looked hopelessly mixed together. Then something caught my attention—a strange, ugly thread appeared among the others. It was dark and messy, tangled into violet, deadly knots. It didn’t feel like it belonged in this world at all. It looked forced, as if someone had tried—and failed—to mimic the true pattern of the goddess of fate, twisting it into something evil, sinful, and corrupt. And it was wrapped around the witch’s pale wrist. There it is. I finally found it. I snapped my eyes open, holding onto that strange pull of fate with everything I had. I couldn’t afford to lose it now. All I needed was the right moment—just one opening—to take hold of the witch’s thread and se

For all the universe, the web of interconnected galaxies it's worth, two evergreen souls will endlessly interlace with each other's destiny. A pretty string adorning the colour of blood. A string immeasurably stronger than the fibres of steel, purer than the purest gold. Is it someone's pinnacle, or their downfall? To be oh so intertwined with the one you're destined to love, or to be doomed to the same person, no matter which era you enter. To never be apart, or to never escape? No one knows. Do you know? Is it beautiful, or is it hideous? Does this phantom string even exist, or did our hopelessly hopeful minds conjure it?

“And why not? Why shouldn’t I believe it? It’s a history book, isn’t it?” She almost snorted. “There is no evidence that the Red String of Fate is real. It might be a history book, but it’s just based on myths and delusions by the person who wrote it,” she said matter of factly, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ears. “I would like to disagree with that. Have you even bothered researching its origins? From the alignment and how it was dated, it clearly points out to Chinese mythology,” I countered, wanting to see how she would respond to that.

"He wanted me. I don't know why but as soon as I saw him, he stared right through my soul, it was like he could see my future, my past, and my present all in the blink of an eye. It was insane." "That's how they work," Ethan said with a nod. "They get in your head and they memorize your string with the Fates, they can follow it from beginning to end." "My string with the Fates?" Ellie asked with a frown. What was he talking about? "Your life string with the Fates. Each person has a string showing their life from beginning to end and the Fates control each string. Some are short, some long, but they are all woven together in a vast, beautiful tapestry. The intersections of each string determi

The hollowed sensations she suspects the object emits numbed her fingertips as she carried it. "A scissor?! What the heck? Are you kidding!?" She almost burst out laughing. His expression remained stoic. Care was shortly taken aback. The atmosphere quickly felt heavy yet she refused to be swayed. "Let's proceed to universe top secrets lesson 101, sweetheart. Every blessed pair is connected with the red string of fate that pulls them towards each other. In mortal terms, one calls this string of coincidences destiny. Now, what to do to tear them apart?"

I am sorry for not being there and for not being able to tell you anything. I was so happy when you called me dad. I was waiting for that day but unfortunately, I will not be there to see my little girl turn into a lady. I wish I will be there to correct my mistakes and make amendments but I just hope you will forgive me. You know, we all have roles to play in this life but we decided which role to play. we are all protagonist in our movie and also an antagonist to others. The first day I saw you, I knew that something great was coming but I couldn't place a hand on it.

“Let's go home, honey.” “Noooo. Mommy!” She tried to squirm. “No Kay. We're done for the day.” “Alright, mommy.” She leaned her head against my shoulder in resignation as I turned to the dark handsome stranger. “Well… thanks again.” I turned to leave. “Wait!” I paused. “I feel like I need to make it up to you somehow, or else you're going me up as some bad guy.” Well, he wasn't lying. “That's not really necessary-"

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

“She’s in a worst state than Blame.” “So, there’s a possibility she’d die?” “I’m afraid so.” Granny stood despite her shaking knees. She must, at least, do something to prevent such a disaster to happen. But before she left, she remembered something. “Do you know anything about life-strings?” “Life—what?” Mr. Porche looked at her with his eyes brimming with curiosity. “No, never mind!” She then took her leave. Life-strings were only known to those who came from the seer’s bloodline. They’re the only ones who could see it, and right now, Anastasia’s strings were severed more than the damage of Z’s. Nonetheless, both of them were in immediate need of help.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.