The Irony Of Fate 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I know that what I considered was heartless, but fate was unkind to all of us regardless. Cruel to Monica by binding her to a married man, cruel to Olivia by linking her to me before I discovered my fated mate, and lastly cruel to me by placing me in a situation where. I might have to shatter all my vows and be the savage in what's meant to be my Love tale. I took my leave from the balcony without uttering a single word. I returned to my seat and discovered that Olivia wasn't there. Upon reaching home and Olivia wasn't there either, I Knew that she had figured it out.

“I’m no Luna. I’m…nothing, all I want is to make sure I bring down this pack, and everyone in it… I guess you've already seen that…” Thalia snorted. “Nothing? Please. If you were nothing,the seer wouldn’t be standing here in the cold with you. And fate—” she flicked her hand toward the sky, where the first star blinked faintly through the dusk “—fate wouldn’t have tangled me back into your path.” I stared at her. “You keep saying fate like it’s…funny.” “It is,” she said lightly. “Cruel, yes, but funny too. You’ll see.”

I have never understood why mortals chase it. Until I watched her write it as if it were still possible. The air shifts. A cold presence enters the in-between. Fate. Fate does not arrive the way I do. There is no threshold crossed, no veil parted. He simply is—woven into every decision already made, every choice that believes itself free. “You are distracted,” he says. “I am observing,” I reply. “An outcome diverged,” Fate continues. “A projection resolved without cause.” The weave tightens faintly, unsettled by its own inconsistency.

I leaned closer and looked closely and found out that it was a portrait. He was gazing at the picture with so much sadness that I had never witnessed in him before. His lips were slowly moving as if he was muttering words to himself. His expression, sad. I couldn’t hear him clearly because I was too far but my curiosity had grown. I couldn’t just walk away. So I sharpened my wolf hearing, letting it stretch until his words became clear. “I wish you could just give me a chance to confess my love to you. But, it’s not even possible. Life isn’t fair, the moon goddess herself isn't fair.” Henry muttered, his voice sober and heavy.

Drink himself into the ground. The thought brings a lump to my throat, and I close my eyes. Fuck. Why did this have to happen? Why Zahra? My perfect, beautiful little titch. The only girl I’ve ever loved, and I don’t give a fuck what the Goddess has planned, I can’t see that changing. But fate saw fit to snatch her away from us, and we all know she’s gone for good now. After this long, she’s not coming back to us. Not alive anyway.

“He thinks he's my fated mate or something.” Nancy choked on her coffee, spluttering slightly. “Seriously?” I rolled my eyes. “I know, right? I’ve been waiting years for my fated mate, and when the mysterious son of Kiran Cadelyn comes into play and helps me one time, he assumes he’s my mate.” Her eyes squinted, “Well…I kind of had a feeling about that, too, Sets.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did we do something I can’t remember?

These very qualities make you the thorn in the garden of my love, the barrier to the destiny Hyacinth and I are meant to share. But fate, dear one, is not without its sense of humor. Shall we let the wheel spin? A gentle roll of the roulette to decide who shall remain and who shall fall? Perhaps this time, the odds will not be so merciful. Prepare yourself, my lovely adversary. For even the strongest shields can splinter under the weight of inevitability. XOX

"Then why come here? Why warn me if there’s nothing I can do?" She studied me for a long moment before speaking. *"Because fate is not as rigid as you think."* Hope flickered in my chest. "What do you mean?" *"There are… small moments where the weave of fate is thinner, where paths can be shifted. But it comes at a cost."* Her silver eyes locked onto mine. *"You must be certain of what you are willing to sacrifice. The more you fight against fate, the greater the consequences."* A sudden cold breeze swept through the room, and the shadows in the mirror seemed to grow darker. The woman’s expression turned somber.

"Maria, I will avenge you. What he did to you, his wife will face the same. And then I'll ask him to replace her, just like he asked me to and then he'll know that fame means nothing but destruction." Fate sat on the top of a tower and wrote something in her Grecabulum, the book of fate and destiny. Her pen shone light blue as she wrote down the Fate of people. Then, she flew up and reached a balcony. She passed through the closed doors and looked at a new born baby sleeping in a cradle. She touched his hands and the fate lines appeared on his palm. "May you get what you deserve" She smiled and walked out. She flew up and climbed at the terrace of a building. "Let's see, what's next," She lo

I could tell that she was unsure how he would react, knowing that she’d been forced to keep shit from him. It surprised her when he kissed her temple and promised her that he wasn’t upset. Her shoulders relaxed as if he’d helped take off some of the weight that she was carrying around. “Fate is a complicated thing and something that affects everyone in different ways. Imagine a complicated game of Chess. Moves that appear to be inconsequential can actually cause a ripple effect that leads to winning or losing the game. Choices, decisions, and actions from us and others have led us to this point in time. Fate is known for its long game. As such, the game began generations ago. I knew that our