Worthy Of Fate Book Novels & Stories

“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.”

“ she shook his head looking at Georgia with so much hatred. He was glad when he felt the mate bond, but never expected it to be a nobody. He hated Georgia and did not hide that. Georgia felt her heart shattering even more at his words. She knew that as an Omega, she was seen as weak and unworthy by many. But she had always believed that she could prove them wrong. She could be strong, she could be capable. But now, her own mate was telling her that she would never be good enough. "Why?" she asked, her voice breaking, as a tear dropped from her eyes. “What's your name?" He asked her in a curt tone but Georgia kept quiet.

Book 3: Choosing Fate (Saph's Story)- Coming Winter of 2023 Consider engaging with me in places such as the Book of Faces and/or The Gram of Instant Gratification ;) Thank you, readers, my Gems. You continue to provide me with motivation and eagerness to tell these stories!

And then, I freeze when I see the next slate. Aria Vale. My slate. Already carved. I lift it with shaking fingers. Silver letters blossom across the surface: Status: Not Yet Failed Not yet. The implication hangs like a noose. But below that is more text forming. A second line. I watch it etch itself into existence, heart turning to ice. Designation: Wolf of Two Fates My breath catches. “What does that mean?” I whisper. “Two fates? Kael and…?”

“This… I cannot tell…” Carvalho replied truthfully. “The other party’s fate is too strong, and I cannot see through it at all.” Cadfan was a little unconvinced and dissatisfied as he asked, “Could it be that this man has an even stronger fate than me?!” Carvalho nodded before he solemnly replied, “Anyone with this kind of fate has the most powerful kind of fate. You can describe it as strong and invincible. Therefore, it is impossible for anyone to have a greater fate than him!”

Hello, lovelies! I just wanted to let you know that “Design of Fate” is officially up on the app, so I hope you will check it out. Jackson is always strong pillar of support when others need it, without question, and without fail. That is why he was chosen for this particular journey with his mate. They will both have difficult obstacles to overcome in order to find their peace and happiness. True to form, the Goddess has connected people together in a significant way. Tune into the new book to see how the design of fate plays out.

But i know it's past midnight now. Life is such a player and fate is her best friend. If a person disappoint any of them they will ruin you. This is happening same with me. When i think I can be happy with my love my fate played a game with me and push me far to my love and i don't know what o have done to disappoint them. Are they try to telling me that i don't deserve to be love. It is true though, i don't deserve him. His love his pity, nothing.

Forgive me, Vione. * Fatigue weighed heavily on The Past Vione. The argument had drained her energy until there was nothing left. Then sadness appeared and completed the picture of her restlessness. It seemed that misfortune was determined to keep her in a state of mourning. The Past Vione was certain that she had never questioned fate as she did now. While she had faced a challenging life, complaining and wallowing had never been her choice. She had always been grateful for everything fate had given her. She also realized that whatever she lacked was always compensated for by something equally valuable.

Gifts were given by the moon goddess only to a select few, and we should not waste them! But then there was fate. Fate brought me my mates. Three handsome and wonderful men. All so unique and kind in their own ways. They were not fated to me for no reason either… This made so little sense to me. Did I follow fate and be with my mates or did I turn my back on them and grasp the gift given to me with both hands, forsaking the consequence?