The Irony Of Fate 2 소설 & 이야기

I cried out I can’t believe the person I fell for, took the life of my brother. He made me think that he wants my heart but he wants the heart of my brother. He did so many things to put a smile on my face but it was all a lie, he never wanted me, he only wants the heart and he got what he wanted. Noor was right, he is using me, just like she said, he will throw me to the ground and look where I am, I’m on the ground. He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him.

“If we can’t break this thing, then we need to figure out what it’s for. What it’s doing to us.” “It’s doing exactly what old magic does,” he said. “It’s binding two people who shouldn’t be together and forcing them to face everything they’d rather avoid.” I raised a brow. “You think this is fate?” “I think fate is a cruel, ironic bastard with a taste for drama,” he said, then shrugged. “But sure. Let’s call it fate.” I stared into the fire. “So what’s next?”

I open my mouth to respond, but he leans in, so close that I can see the faint flecks of silver linings in his blue irises, like frost caught in firelight. “You see, Lynn…” His voice dips into a near-whisper, smooth yet humming with quiet intensity. His smile fixed in place. “…fate can be cruel, but it is never random. People think they meet by chance, but they don’t. There’s always… a reason... a funny one." The way he says reason makes something cold and curious stir in my stomach. His gaze doesn’t waver. “And when fate creates a path…” His lips curve further. “…we take it, no matter the costs.”

It is really ironic beyond measure. In the end, is it a shallow fate, or a shallow fate? Whether it was the former or the latter, what was certain was that this fate, was a sinful fate! Right! Sinful fate! Sins of fate ...... should be ended early! This thought, she slowly stretched out a still considered free hand, slowly, slowly, slowly, leaned toward the side of the man's long neck, slowly, buckle his neck ...... is not, as long as she pinched down hard, will cut off the two of them this bad karma?

I look through her. The Veil has split over the mortal forest. The edges writhe like exposed nerve. Light and shadow fuse into a colour no god has ever named. When the voice comes, the Mirror hums so violently that the gold inlay on the table rattles like teeth. > “THE FIRE WILL CHOOSE ITS END.” The god of war’s iron fist dents wood. The goddess of oaths flinches. The Pale Judge doesn’t blink. If it were just Fate, I would know where to stand. Fate is the architect that hides its chain in the mortar. Fate is the law you hate but still obey.

thank you, god! Little does she know that she has ruined the plan of god and Fate altogether and now there is no written fate for him and her. Now Fate is not there, destiny is not there.... now everything that will happen is even unknown to god. They will write their fate... and only time will tell if it is good, bad or.... worst! Leave comments and tell me if you liked it and if you want to read more. Vote and comment and follow me. Love you all. XOXO

Hyerin Delaxa, yes I don't really like her presence either. "Alright, please don't be rude to him again brother. I believe in you." I hate this stuff. Why did fate bring us together? Fate is cruel and never takes into account who the person is not or willing to be tested. Dark and evil destiny. It's just... Why do I even blame fate? Who and what should I blame? I guess..., that person. Yes, right. That person is the origin of all this ugliness. Annoying. "Are you crazy?"

He always uses a golden glove to hide it. "What do we do father?.." I asked. "Her blood can make the king immortal." Harrod answers. "Who?." "King Gerald's daughter." Father replies. "So?." "Get me her blood or I'll take away your right as the prince!." Father says with a serious look. I sigh and nod affirmatively. "No worries. Where is she?." I speak through gritted teeth. I'll do anything when it comes to having the throne!!. SAGE ACADEMY

Afraid she might never have a chance at independence. Silence enveloped them both. Even the constant click sound from Jason's laptop wasn't heard, he was listening and Stan hated the fact, so he drew closer to whisper to Sophia and probably infuriate Jason. "You might. It's fifty-fifty now, but I promise you we will try hard You and me. Okay?." She nodded in affirmation but with less enthusiasm, Stan was sure he heard someone scoff from afar. That night Sophia lay on her bed and thought about her life and everything that had happened and even where it was headed. She wasn't sure yet where fate was leading her. But she wasn't in a rush.

“Mother…you can’t leave. The pack will fail under me. The Fates told me I was to die young-” “The Fates are riddles darling. You are born to rule, why would the Moon Goddess rip you from your purpose?" "They just did it to Shadowlands and Rising Star, what's another death now…" placing my hands into a steeple. "So much death…the most for a generation." "The Fates have dual meanings, something you never expected will occur and you will realise you tortured yourself for nothing…as I have done for too many years.” “Mother…” I whispered and kissed her hand. I hoped she was correct. I had no right to hope the wisest Fate in the Northern Territories got it wrong but I must.