Novel & Cerita Worthy Of Fate Book

Liam's fate stopped when he was eighteen years old, and after that, nothing was written in his Book of Fate. "You visited him when he was eighteen. Did you tamper with his Fate?" Jay asked, slightly raising his voice. The Author sat down on the chair nearby and crossed his legs as he watched Jay. "I didn't tamper with his Fate, per se. I merely gave him a chance to survive as he became an interesting fella. So, I gave him a God's essence to help him live." "What's that supposed to mean? You're not God. How did you give him a God's essence?"

Stan was only patronizing her and she was becoming tired of people's pity and empty promises. "Don't patronize me please" she muttered almost to herself but Stan heard her. "I am not patronizing you, Sophia, am merely saying the truth. You'll walk again believe me" he squatted before her, eye level. "And how do you know that Stan? You're a doctor but not a physiotherapist and she specifically told me that herself. See it's not about me never making use of my stupid legs again it's about me even finding any value in my life again... Sometimes I feel lost, then sometimes I feel so enthusiastic about the future that I forget I can't walk until I try to jump off my wheelchair. Then when the real

“Does he even know what rejection feels like? “I doubt. I pity myself. What did he even think when he said I was being childish? Does he think I’d by any chance live with a mate who rejected me and his mistress? I want someone to talk to, someone who would listen. Listen without questioning me. So many things happened, I couldn’t talk with my wolf, he is long gone. No Hera by my side. I always thought she would be there with me through thick and thin and wow, how fate had played its part. Liam, I wish I didn’t turn him down. He would have listened to me. Alone in this house, it was as if the walls suffocated me. Closing on me. I shut my eyes tight.

They would confront the ancient evil front, gaining strength from their love, unity, and the artifact's power. The pack prepared to conduct a conflict that would change the direction of their fate as the moon rose high in the night sky, sending its ethereal radiance onto the battlefield. They stood united, strong, and resolute, ready to defend all they valued. The moment had come to confront the darkness, bring light into the shadows, and demonstrate that love, unity, and unflinching commitment could triumph over even the most terrible opponents. The fate of their pack, their love, and the supernatural world was at stake, and they would battle with everything they had to guarantee that virtu

“What do you mean? Did the maids do something wrong? Or was it me?” “It was you, and it all started with you.” “What did I do wrong, Alexey? Tell me and I'll make amends.” “Did you not say Alpha Danes sold me to you?” He nodded in response. “Then why am I not working for you? Why shower me with all these luxuries when I'm just a low – life made?” “Don't ever say that, Alexey. You don't know your worth because someone treated you like trash and right now, you're the only one who can treat yourself better.”

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

“But isn’t it crazy that our lives could fit into one book?” I looked at him with a profound smile. “Oh my God! That has to be the most accurate thing I’ve heard today. Everything we’ve experienced, all in one book. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Now I feel so inadequate. What qualifies me to even tell the story of both our lives?” Jared only smiled wider. “To the bold belongs the fortune.” I looked at him with a curious smile. “Where did that come from?”

I was a tool. Once out of order, I had no value. I pulled out the IV needle. Blood stained the sheets. I didn't bandage it. I just stared at the red stain. Something inside me died completely. I went to find the Witch of the Black Forest. I asked her, "How can my wolf completely give up on a fated mate?" The Witch stirred her potion, her black eyes staring at me. "Your wolf is stubborn. If I sever the bond now, the pain will destroy your soul. You will become a cripple."

“When you were kidnapped we went through everything in your room for clues, the damn paper Satan left when he was still Doniel where directions to his hideout, that’s how we got to him first then we ever made it to you, then we saw the notebook. In this notebook you made notes and even wrote about a book idea — Fate of the Wolfless. Love, you cracked everything without even realizing it. This damn curse of ours had you doubting yourself. Now that you know the truth, write it down, hunny. You’ll find it’s good therapy to write your story.” His words sank into me like warmth after a long winter. The way he said it — not commanding, not pleading, but steady, protective — made my throat tighten.

They would have killed him but a man in his mid forties saved him and took him in. He took care of him. He made sure Mile regained all his strength. He trained him to be strong. He taught him to fight. And only then Mile got to know that the man belongs to the Mafia. The dark side of the world. Mile could leave it if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Power.... Money.. What else one needs? He got everything after that kind man died. He gave everything to Mile. And since then his men were loyal to Mile. He met Natt during an exhibition for the business market. He was taking chances to expand his business of fruits and vegetables import export. But lost his heart.