They All Had A Reason Novels & Stories

Little did she know, they were fated to be together, they were made for each other…perhaps even before they were born. She could reason that they were so far apart in financial and social stature they could not possibly be destined for each other. Whatever reason she could have thought of, that wouldn’t stop them from being together in the end. This had nothing to do with their parents. Yes, we do make our own choices and that will make all the difference in the world. But some things are meant to be happen one way or another. You just have to believe that in the end, all is fair in love and war, and things will work out the way they were supposed to. Like destiny, like fate.

Thinking about my own comforts while families were ripped apart at the seams. Why? Why did someone come after us? Then I remembered. We were out there because of me. Because I wanted new clothes. This was all my fault.

Arthur continued. "Every person who wanted something from Adrian believed they were acting for the greater good. Elias wanted influence. Armitage wanted discovery. Others wanted recognition. I wanted protection. Every one of us believed our reasons made us different. Children experience motives very differently. They only remember who made them feel safe." The room remained perfectly still. Lucian folded his arms. "He finally understood." Edwin nodded almost imperceptibly. "Too late." The lawyer spoke without taking his eyes off the notebook.

Sometimes our lives are in so much mess that we just run blindly, trying to breakout from the chains of reality. Everyone says that running from problems is not a solution, its coward’s trait etc. But they don’t know there’s always a reason behind every gesture of this kind. Like suicide, have you ever wondered that why a single person dreaded so much to face tomorrow? What would be the thoughts while closing his/her eyes for the last time? Who was the reason behind this forbidden deed?

With all sanity I had left I pushed her away gently. “Why did you stop?’ She asks me with an innocent look in her eyes. “If we didn’t stop I wouldn’t be able to stop myself later and I can’t do that with my brothers. We can’t do that to them.” I justify my actions to her. “I understand.” She says with a hint of disappointment in her voice. “But why didn’t they come with you?” “We had lots of packs to visit so we decided that would be faster if each one of us went to different packs”. I said.

"I don't want them to think I can't lead this Pack properly, you guys. And before you disagree, let me share my own reasons: "We are a bunch of people left adrift after our home was taken away. That dealt a major blow to us -- to me. If we are ever going to take back what was ours and save whomever is left alive, like Tira, we'll need a unified front. That can't happen if everyone thinks that their own feelings affect our course of action. We'll just start arguing amongst ourselves about where to go, when to do it, for what reasons, and we'll never have the strength to commit one way or the other."

" What do you think, Mia? " " Well... I believe everything happens for a reason. " " Um... That sure doesn't sound like comfort enough. " " I know... But what else could I say? " " What else could she say? " The girl's thought to themselves. Indeed... They were all in this together and no one is better than the other. They are all in captivity. With almost no hope of getting out. Nevertheless, the girl's had their fill of the meals served to them before heading to sleep thereafter.

Pointing at me “ if it wasn't for him we would've forgotten about you, so please explain to us why you guys didn't come back” So for the next hour or so they spend their explained to us what had happened and the reason why they still couldn't come back to the pack, which I understood by the end of their conversation. By the time we reach home I was drained and all I wanted to do was go to sleep and end the day, and start a new one fresh because of all that happened I wanted a restart.

Karla’s gaze snapped back to mine, her grey eyes unreadable. “I’m not gonna say it’s not tough sometimes,” I said. “There are days when I think I can’t go on, that the load’s too heavy for me to carry. But then I remember why we do this—why we push ourselves so hard. It’s for the pack. For those who rely on us. And for the tomorrow we want to make.” Her eyes softened and for a moment I thought she might speak. She didn’t, so I kept going. “I guess what I’m saying,” I said with a little smile, “is that we all have our stuff we are going through. Even the people who look like they have none go through things.”

I look at him confused. "Then why didn't you fight back?" I don't understand why he wouldn't fight back. "Because those guys are in there for life, they have nothing to lose by doing it and getting caught. If I fought back it wouldn't matter if it was self-defence, I would be there even longer. Extra time is added for bad behaviour. One I could have kept away from me without it causing shit, but more than one, I knew I would have to at least have one unconscious to survive." I nod feeling my heart breaking.