Novel & Cerita Worthy Of Fate Book

He said, counting, using his fingers, and I was trying to make sense of his words. "I am sure he must have been trying other things before then, Tamia. Fate only worked in his favour where Amanda was concerned. I am sure he did not expect to be lucky. His daughter's fated was the man that took his family's pride from him," He said and looked at me.

Chapter Nineteen Chapter Title: I Don’t Know If I Can Ever Forgive You Fred’s POV I stood by the window, watching the clouds move slowly across the sky. My heart was heavy. The world outside looked calm, but inside me, everything was falling apart. I didn’t feel like a prince. I didn’t feel like anything. I just felt… broken. My father was still lying in bed. He hadn’t opened his eyes. The royal healer said his spirit was weak. That he was holding on, but barely. I wanted to believe he would wake up, but a part of me was scared. What if he didn’t?

“My wife Beth and I have returned. We felt it was time to offer support to the cause.” “And since when do you sit on the council?” Destiny asked, her tone sharp but steady. Odo folded his hands. “My Queen… Hasn’t the seat always been open to me? I was among the original Fates.” Destiny’s eyes narrowed. “I remember you refusing to serve.” “That was a long time ago,” he said. “As I said… things have changed.” He glanced down the table at Torock, who sat at the far end—ashamed, diminished, stripped of all former arrogance.

she whispered, her legs pushing backward, finding her way out of the room. “Lauren…please. This is not__,” “Oh darling, let her go. This is fate.” Fate, Lauren thought. Fate was cruel... meaningless. Fate didn't value love. Fate didn't value hard work. Fate made her this miserable. Fate would push her to her end.

"I knew it! Oh my god, Sets, this is so exciting! Azariah Cadelyn! Like, son of the Kiran Cadelyn! No offense, but like, how are you two even compatible? He’s the top, and you’re the bottom! Like, it doesn’t make sense!” I understood where she was coming from. I’ve been so eager to find my mate that I hadn’t even considered looking at it like that. Azariah didn’t fall short in any category. He’s handsome, a future alpha, has an amazing body, and is filthy rich. To top it off, he’s the famous Ace. And then there’s me, an omega with ordinary looks and nothing to show. A nobody.

“Y-“ His lips parted, but no sound came out. Aiden leaned forward, and let out in a low tone. “Maybe I should remind you, Damien, your opinion doesn’t matter here. So keep it to yourself before I forget your age and put you in your place.” Then, Damien slowly sank into his seat just like the others. A small shiver ran through me, not from fear, but pride. My heart swelled as I looked at Aiden. He wasn’t just defending me. He was declaring to everyone that I belonged to him, that I was his equal. For so long I had been treated like a nobody, a low-ranked wolf, a servant who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as them. But at that moment, in front of everyone, he made me feel seen. He made

I want a mate to cherish. There’s gossip about a couple of future alphas who rejected their mates this year. I don’t have the full story—this kind of dirt usually stays within a pack—but apparently, they refused the Moon Goddess’s choice. I can’t believe it. Who’s that arrogant and ungrateful? People here would give anything for a mate. It’s not guaranteed. Many never find their fated match. Ranked wolves have better odds because they travel more, meet people at conferences and events. If your mate isn’t ranked, your chances drop to near zero.

The title was etched in bold silver runes: The Fate of a Dragon. She traced the letters with her fingertips, a shiver crawling down her spine. A tragedy, the blurb on the back declared. "Urgh. I'm already having a nasty day, do I really want to make it worse?" She dropped the book but didn't walk too far before she stopped and turned back. Her eyes narrowing suspiciously, she picked up the book again and looked at the blurb once more.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

He gave her nothing more than a chilly glance, then closed his hand around mine and pulled me away. Back then, I thought that was devotion. Thought he was choosing me with unwavering resolve. All those soft “My principessa” had felt like love. But now it’s painfully clear: If he married Sera, he’d lose me. If he married me, he might lose his title. So he chose to marry neither— and disguised it as “God’s choice” through that draw, so he wouldn’t have to lose anything at all. Christmas had always been my personal day of suffering,