Novelas y relatos de Torn By Fate

day she said something on my face. Because of it I had everything now she told me I had a handsome face, but I lack bank balance, and so she rejects my love " I say with hate towards the girl. Winter gets scared a little hearing my angry tone, "I was broken. My trust was broken. How a girl cheated on me. I was so lost, I lost control of my car, and it collided with a bus coming from the opposite side. All because of a mere girl, I nearly lost my life. When I woke up, I found my grandmother crying; she was so scared of losing me. And that day I realised she never loved me it was just her and her father’s plan I worked hard and grew up I wanted to show her what she missed I wanted to make her

It's only He, Allah who could help no matter when you run to, no one could help except Him. Our fate had already been written, and everything that had been written inside the book would definitely come true. When something would happen, how it would happen, where it would happen and what would happen. You could never escape it, you just pray to Allah to make you have the patience, faith, belief to pass through it. And marriage wasn't a bed of roses, the marriage took turns. Sometimes it could be sweeter than honey and sometimes it could be bitter than bile.

Kazeal said, taking a deep breath. “I can try,” I said. Kazeal nodded wearily. “Hey,” I gained his attention. “Hmm?” “People often like to represent the shackles of fate by a red string. But I used to believe the same, but not anymore. We are all bound by thorny vines of fate and it appears like a red string to the eyes because the vines are smeared with our blood. It’s ok to feel lost. I feel exactly the same right now. But none of this is our fault. I know you want to stop this war and I know why you don’t want me to get involved, but Kazeal, can we fight fate? Can we ever execute our plans the way we imagined?”

In that moment, I couldn't fathom a life without her, my sweet girl. Who would have thought a year ago, while I was whoring and partying my way through an endless array of women, that I would have this treasure handed to me by accident? Maybe fate wasn’t as cruel as I thought, or maybe I was just being naïve. Fate was a fickle mistress. What she gave, she could easily take away tomorrow, leaving us blindsided and broken. Tomorrow…

I will see myself out, he said as he walked towards the door. As he walked out the door, Sandra sat up with teary eyes. She felt she had failed herself. She had promised to start away from men until she finishes her nursing degree. How could she let herself be so vulnerable? She walked to the shower and soaked herself in the bath for a while as though to wash his hands off her body. She thoroughly enjoyed him. This was what she always dreamed of. No, she thought to herself I will never see him again. I don't want anything to do with him. I'm sure he is just here to play around with me. I won't give in to him anymore. She continued in her thoughts as she drifted slowly to sleep.

AVERY Fate's a bitch. Now just see what situation I'm in. My one hand is carrying an engagement ring while the other hand is holding open the door of a room. The very room my fiance is buried deep in someone else. Just when I thought my life would get better, just a little, by marrying him. But who was I fooling? I'm stuck with this life forever. Fate... Fate is a fickle thing. It changes sides when you least expect it.

DAISY…. She wondered if daisy was still alive or dead, her heart was broken into many pieces but she didn't want to break down here,she summoned courage to go as she continued, she walked for awhile, the sun was scorching, she was tired and hungry, she wanted to rest but the thoughts of Daniel coming back anytime soon made her more willed to go away, to keep walking. Speaking of the devil and he appeared, she could hear the sound of the car once again, it was coming back without a thought of where she was headed, she ran through the bush path, trying to get away from him.

how could he possibly think that, this made him feel he was going insane all that is happening was just all out of his control and his body,soul and spirits were tired he was really tired ,he wanted to close his eyes and sleep never to wake up again he couldn't take it all he was just a teenager and what he was going through should not happen to him how could he possibly go through all that had happened to him and survive. He now had phycological shadows 'fate!!fate' this is what he kept muttering over and over again fate was really cruel 'I'm only eighteen years old how could you fate,how could you do this really fate' he said silently those words he said were deep engraved on the depth of

But even as she held him, even as William's arm came around them both, Lucy knew the truth. The damage was done. The fortune was gone. The mansion destroyed. And the scars from tonight's betrayals would never fully heal. The war was over, but the cost of winning had been everything they had.

she said. “Sometimes, they’re about surviving long enough to change the ending.” Claire met her gaze, feeling a tremor run through her. “Change the ending?” she echoed. “Yes, child. Fate can be twisted... if you’re brave enough to hold on.” Claire swallowed hard. The words struck a chord deep within her. Could she really survive this? Could she change her fate? Before she could ask more, the woman straightened up. “You must be careful. There are forces at work here you don’t even understand yet,” she said cryptically, her eyes darting toward the hallway.