Worthy Of Fate Book Novels & Stories

Josie sighed, “Sometimes the elders in this village are more narrow minded the townsfolk. I didn’t know it would stem to this.” “Please don’t worry Josie. From what I know pain last for years but soon enough they would understand that what occurred was no one’s fault. It was—” “Fate?” Shawn finished his words, causing the man’s eyes to stop of him. He scoffed at the word. “Yes, fate. Something written by someone who create us as they lead our life in their will. There is nothing more that I hate than trusting whatever ‘fate’ this world has for us.”

Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them. He looked all man now, gone was the usual boyish charm I used to see around him. The caption said, “GHANAIAN MILLIONAIRE? BRIAN SMITH HAS MADE IT ON THE FORBES 100 LIST OF YOUNG RICH MALES.” My heart skipped a beat, a I immediately threw the magazine in the trash can near my desk. God, why? I don’t know what the hell that was, but right after I’d gotten my life on track, and could actually say I was happy, I see this.

Aisha's POV And now after the accident, I'm nothing to him. He wants to discard me to aside only because of one woman who doesn't even worth him? Wha.... What kind of a life is this? What kind of a Fate is this ya Allah (oh Lord!) You know this is a CRUEL FATE, right? I haven't done anything wrong, then why am I suffering for the sins I didn't commit? Or if I've sin against you unknowingly, can you please forgive me? Take pity on my child and don't do this to me please- I mentally made a plead to Allah.

He always uses a golden glove to hide it. "What do we do father?.." I asked. "Her blood can make the king immortal." Harrod answers. "Who?." "King Gerald's daughter." Father replies. "So?." "Get me her blood or I'll take away your right as the prince!." Father says with a serious look. I sigh and nod affirmatively. "No worries. Where is she?." I speak through gritted teeth. I'll do anything when it comes to having the throne!!. SAGE ACADEMY

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?"

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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

Trust was completely erased from my dictionary. Hate is the only emotion I feel now. Why? Why? I loved him. My first love, my mate. I had no idea what my fate had for me as up until now nothing good has happened. Will I die now that my mate has rejected me? All type questions bombarded me like arrows thrusting my heart. I have reached. The border line of my pack. I was left with no choice but to do this. I don’t know the consequences but I had to do this.

“Fate is a human construct. It is what they define our noesis, how we gods determine the outcome of their actions. You were born out of human cognition, so I figured you would have human traits.” “Is it a bad thing?” “No, it is a dangerous thing. Because it limits your comprehension. You cannot fathom the level of danger you are getting yourself into by challenging him,”

Solid and sturdy, it felt as though his arm supported the heavy burdens that weighed on Tilla’s mind as they began to wander over her lips freely. “Do you think we truly choose who we are? Or are we all destined to fall into the roles fate has designed for us?” she asked. Her voice trailing off moderately as though it too was also lost, Luther thought for a moment. His mind no stranger to the torment of staving off the darker impulses of his other half, he pressed his lips together. Their usually full shape forming a solemn line, he provided her with a response, “I think fate is an excuse for us to choose a lesser path.” Having undoubtedly traveled down this path before, Luther’s brow furrow