Worthy Of Fate Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

look at that cunningness. “Shouldn't you be more concerned about me? Rather than being concerned about your best friend?” well my reaction and question both were valid, I stated the facts and it's our wedding tomorrow. “What the problem is that Hazel, she is my best friend of course she will Matter to me.” He explained, making me stunned. so his best friend matters more than his soon to be wife - Great. “It should be me who should Matter the most.” I roared and he rolled his eyes.

“They’ll follow the cause.” He leaned on the stone beside her. “You are the cause.” A beat of silence. Then she asked, quietly, “Do you think we can win?” Kieran didn’t answer right away. Then: “I think you’ve already made the impossible possible. And I think Lucian knows it.” Selene nodded, her thoughts churning. She could feel the pull of fate tightening like a snare. The moon hung high and full above them now, casting silver light across the land.

The queen sensing her doubt asked her a very unusual question. "How much do you know about your fate child?" "Not a thing, mother" She replied "Do you wish to learn your fate or change it? I have the power to do that" "No! I do not" she bluntly replied. "I read a book that says 'Some fates cannot be changed, even if they are changed because, its destiny. And destines are sometimes inevitable. Even though I do not know what is waiting for me in the near end, it could be good, bad, or worse. But it's bound to happen anyway, right? if you show me, I will be tempted and desperate to change the tragedies in it, and those are what makes us learn, they are the core part that contributes to our expe

No villain to slay. Just fate, and grief.

I grew up in my helper's place, taught to deify God in my early days, and resent all forms of no matter the rise of its alluring eyes yes, true I was to virtues trained in everyone's eyes but fate triggered my cries on my savior's cold demise I was four, and I couldn't tell what was happening, daddy was shivering, and mummy crying little did I know my savior was dying and I saw my helper breathing. what then was a virtue to me again when my family was sunken in the sea of pain yes, I asked the creator in my pain as daddy used to call him 'the main' 'for those who are in your light? 'why was he denied his right 'as a messenger of your light? and as if I have done wrong in the Lord's sight dea

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

My boss helped me understand why. “There are Alphas all over the world who are in their role for the wrong reasons. They are gifted the title because of their bloodline, and not because of their honor and character. They abuse their role and take from their pack. They only want the perks and pleasures that come from being in charge. They are not Alphas. They are placeholders. They just need the right person to challenge them and prove that they are unfit, unjust, and unwanted.” His words have stayed with me all these years, “unfit, unjust, and unwanted.” That has become the credo of The Underground. And I plan to teach Darius how unfit he is for the role. How unjust he is towards his pack. A

Sophie felt her anger rise, hot and resentful. "Economic security, a decline in the rate of unemployment, a functioning educational system, money for... She took a long breath and continued with a stern, disdainful look. " Was it worthwhile to wed a respectable and appealing alpha?" She let go of his arm and moved in front of him with a solid chin and shoulders. "Yeah, I believe so, it's worth it," she muttered. Sophie would rather ignore the vision she had earlier than mention anything to the beta that she knew about their future, or rather, what would happen in the next few weeks. However, Sage felt a sting of something while observing her seductive actions, but he refused to recognize it

“That’s the hard part of the job." He angled his body so he could glance over her shoulder, making her acutely aware of his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne. He pointed at a paragraph. “What do you think of this claim?” She read it out loud. “‘Tess of the d’Urbervilles proves that fate is the only force deciding a woman’s life.’” “And?” he prompted, watching her instead of the page. “I-I think it’s…umm… lazy,” she stuttered as she tried not to squirm under his piercing blue eyes. “Fate is vague. It erases all the human choices that made Tess vulnerable: social class, gender, men with power.”

“You’re not just fighting me. You’re fighting fate. And fate always wins.” “Fate didn’t murder my father!” I screamed, my voice cracking with raw emotion. The words tore out of me before I could stop them, and for a split second, Alvin’s expression shifted—something unreadable flickered in his eyes. But he recovered quickly, his smirk returning. “I didn’t murder anyone,” he said quietly, his tone surprisingly calm. “But if you need someone to blame, I’ll take it. If it means you’ll stop running from what’s meant to be.”