What Does Fate Mean In Love Novels & Stories

My heart palpitated, whipping painfully in its ribcage as it urged me to take her far away, so she wouldn't get harmed. I groaned as she shifted closer, and it made something snap in my core. “Don't,” I muttered, clamping my hands down on my leg to halt me from swooping on her. My mate? Was the moon goddess giving me a second chance to love again? My lips curled up in disdain at the thought of it, for love wasn't on my bucket list. Not even at the bottom of the list. “What's the colour of your hair?” I grunted as her impatient tapping of feet began to irritate me.

I knew he was doing his duty to protect me, hell, I hadn't even seen her face until her hood fell away as she collapsed, but the drive to protect her was there the moment I saw her light. Fated mates were rare for our kind, most believed them to be legend, only existing in reality for the Lycan. My parents had been fated mates though, so I knew they existed, I just never believed I had one. I knew from the letters I found as child that my Father had been kind until my mother died in childbirth. They wrote about the light around one another and the sparks when they touched. What I had felt with Miriam surpassed everything they had described in those letters. I finally understood why my father

Instead, he just flashed a warm and sunny smile at her. “You don’t need a reason to love someone, and of course it’s not wrong. “But, there’s a term called fate. “Most of the time, you might not be able to get what you like. If you’re not fated with someone or something, no matter how deep you fall for it, you’re destined to miss it. “Love will never go wrong, but love may have regret.” Cold wind blew in through the window, and it blew on Susan’s face.

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Take, for instance, landing on Vic’s doorstep that fateful day when I become the detail for Trinity Stone. At the time, I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be, with whom I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing...falling in love.

"Besides, Hope has a first Mate. It's not like she's going to die if you accept rejection. You accept it will make you find your second chance." "At first... At first, it was because she was my Mate, but now I love her. So..." I started answering. "If you love her, then you don't need Fate to be with Hope." Max interrupted me. "My King loves my Queen and didn't need the Fates to put them two to be together. You talk about a Fated being a part of yourself, your soul that has been reincarnated into another body, but in the beginning it wasn't like that, it was Fate itself that decided who got together, and it still happens, less often, but it still happens."

Two people from two different worlds meet by coincidence and yet it felt like fate. Meeting you was fate , becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control. END….

Yet he wondered why it wasn't the same when it came to love for him. He knew it was hard to believe but to him he felt love was a karmic way to bring about equilibrium to the things of life . Hard as it was to believe— it kind of surprises him that his heart fell so easily —but he had guessed it had to happen. It was probably some kind of fetish thing that had to do with fate. When he comes down to the things of fate, he doesn't accept it with an outstretched hand but rather keeps it in his clenched fist.

“You know you shouldn't be asking me that right? Don't tell me you fell in love with someone.” I stare at him. At the predator behind those green eyes. No, not love. It can’t be. Love weakens. Love destroys. Love is the knife legends fall on. I know this. We all know this. It’s why the Council keeps hammering in the doctrine of choice over fate. Why they burn the word fated mate from records like it’s a plague. Why they make us choose logic. Control. A mate who makes sense, not one who sets you on fire from the inside out.

He brought his beer to his lips, taking a large swig before setting it down again. "Fate," he began, "is one of those things we don't fully understand. It's complex, but it never happens without reason. Fate makes no mistakes, my son." He had a knowing smile and rubbed his greying beard with his hands. "For those who have a fated mate, it's one of the blessings bestowed by the moon goddess. If you're lucky enough to have a fated mate, then you can be certain that the moon goddess made no mistake in choosing your partner."

"You mean everything to me." Marvis smiled up at him, her heart swelling with love for the man beside her. "And you mean everything to me, Jace," she replied earnestly, her voice soft with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you." As they lay entwined in each other's arms, their love a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounded them, Marvis and Jace knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by the unbreakable bond of their fated love.