The Roundabout Way Of Fate Novels & Stories

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

A drop of water fell on my eye, I looked around and noticed a change in weather. This is bad, no cab on the road and rain is about to fall. What am I gonna do? As I continued walking, a black AMG Benz stopped by the side of the road and rolled down the window glass "Come inside, I will drop you off," He said I looked at the person and realized it is the doughnut guy. I looked around, the weather was getting worse. "Thank you" I said once I entered the car "I’m Rayan" He said At least now I don’t have to call him doughnut guy. "Afraah." I awkwardly said

“Nor Remy told you. All the rings are interconnected. They always have been. Something other than chance drew the eight of you together. but the second you chose the leave the realms of the 9th, the scale was tipped, but like always, it found a way to bring you back.” Robert took a second to try and process what Dre was saying. And then it finally made sense. “Lisa?” he whispered. Dre didn’t say anything, but from his facial expression, the answer was clear. “See your fate, wasn't to move away from Raven, but you did that anyway. It wasn't to get employed in that pharmacy where you injected yourself with that serum, but you did it anyway. You keep rewriting your fate, And that in itself was

“ You're the fates. The furries. Depending on context. You determined this life for me. You weaved it…” “ Yes, we weave,” replied the friendliest one. “ But we hardly determine anything. You make choices. Those choices determine your fate. You can choose differently as you return…we must warn you. You should not keep him waiting…” I glanced hurriedly over my shoulders at the limp body on the stretcher, and snapped right back to them. “ How do we find our way…backkkk?” I slurred into a deep sleep.

“Ah can touch you here, too.” I slapped her hand away. “Maurice?” Maurice had his notebook out and was flipping through it. “Yes, I think I might have an idea.” “You do?” I tried to keep a lid on my excitement, I’d been burned too often. “I think it’s fate,” he said. “Fate can’t touch you.” “Okay,” I said. “What does that mean?” “I’ve noticed that whenever you face something that seems inevitable, you manage to avoid it. Not always for something better, but it’s not what should happen. Two and two doesn’t always mean four for you.”

Carvalho smiled slightly before he said, “Sheldon, you asked the right question. Why is it? If you do not understand the law of events, you will only be cursing that God is not fair and agree with the sentence that good people will not live a long and blessed life, but the evil always survives. However, if you think about it, if karma and retribution truly exist, that sentence would not exist at all. If there was truly karma and retribution, the good people would not die young, and the evil people would not be rewarded at all. This is a contradiction in itself.” As he said, Carvalho changed the topic as he continued, “However, if you can understand this law, then you will understand that thi

Josie sighed, “Sometimes the elders in this village are more narrow minded the townsfolk. I didn’t know it would stem to this.” “Please don’t worry Josie. From what I know pain last for years but soon enough they would understand that what occurred was no one’s fault. It was—” “Fate?” Shawn finished his words, causing the man’s eyes to stop of him. He scoffed at the word. “Yes, fate. Something written by someone who create us as they lead our life in their will. There is nothing more that I hate than trusting whatever ‘fate’ this world has for us.”

Your the best. After covering a certain distance, I see an awful sight. A young girl was lying on the ground in pain and no one was coming to her aid. They were just watching her from far. Why? Because she was in a burkha and no one wanted to take her responsibility. 'Bloody hypocrites!'

Nothing will go wrong after this fake session. Unfortunately, she didn’t know that her spontaneous action would be leading her into another disaster afterwards.

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.