Yours Fatefully Novels & Stories

He had another girl. Taking heavy steps, she walked along the side walk, her feet thudding the pavement. The sound of crickets chirping and the breeze blowing, the smell of rain wafted through the air, but her mind was in a haze, she felt empty...warm tears flowed down her cheeks as she recalled his words. "never loved you, Kamil"

she said, placing them by the window. I smiled faintly. “They were.” She tilted her head. “Not anymore?” “They remind me of funerals.” The color drained slightly from her face. I rose from my chair, crossing to stand beside her. “Do you believe in fate, Dennise?” Her lips parted, uncertain. “I’m… not sure.” “Good,” I said softly, brushing a finger over one of the petals. “Because fate is merely another name for those who wait long enough to take credit for inevitability.”

“That’s what you did, isn’t it? Look where that fucking got you!” He doesn’t answer, just tilts his head as the chains rattle above him faintly. “You flinch when they talk about fate,” he says after a long pause. “But you don’t look away. That’s how I know you’re dangerous. You’re not broken—you’re sharpening.” That word—fate—tastes like poison in my mouth. It used to mean something holy. Now, it means rot in silk robes. He shifts in the dark, his shackles creaking. “Most of the ones they keep down here either beg or go quiet. You? You bleed like it’s a message. You look at your own wounds like they’re scripture. I’ve seen witches carve themselves for less.”

The door slammed, a sound that echoed the chaos in my head. Damn it! Setiray. She was a goddamn whirlwind. A chaotic, intoxicating, infuriating whirlwind. But she was right. I was an sash*le. Cold. Distant. And now, possessive as hell. And sure as hell had no right whatsoever. I cursed Nathaniel out. If I hadn’t drunk so much, I’d never have allowed him to have so much control over me in that moment.

Then asked before I could stop myself: “What do you think about all this?” Franco didn’t even flinch. He just stared ahead, stoic. I almost regretted asking. Almost. But then, he spoke, eyes still on the road. “Fate,” he said, voice like gravel. “Fate is a cruel thing. Sometimes, you don’t get to write it. Most times... You don’t get to escape it either. All you can do is trust the process. Or be destroyed by it.”

he said in a low voice. “Don’t be. This isn’t your fault. You didn’t shape my destiny, fate did.” “Fate,” he said and chuckled sadly. “That invincible power that decides what becomes of our lives. I wonder who created fate.” I chuckled too. “Let’s wonder about it together,” I said. “Come on, let’s go.” We walked side by side like two friends taking a stroll. I was not afraid to return to Apex Woods. I may be fooling myself but I believed that Nana and Freya were right about my future. There was definitely a bubble of happiness awaiting me in my future.

It was hoarse, and infinitely old. “Your path ahead lies in peril, but the river of fortune draws you onward. You cannot run, and you cannot stop your fate. If you do not find those who are chasing you, they will find you. If you do not destroy them, they will destroy you. You must betray yourself to save yourself. You must betray us all to save us all. The end is inevitable. Darkness will fall.” A deep and unrelenting dread coiled in my stomach, and I reached

A friend? I couldn't utter a word, I'm confused and worried about everything. when I felt like I've regain my memory back, I thought, everything will be fine. I thought things will go out smoothly for us not until this happened again. But why now? Was fate trying to be this cruel to us? Are we not destined to be happy together?

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.

“Then let’s end this before it ends us.” My stomach twisted. Fate Pack. I hadn’t heard that name in so long that it felt foreign on my skin, like an old scar someone suddenly pressed too hard. My pack.My curse. The place I had been sold from. I forced my lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Fate Pack, huh? Guess the universe has a sick sense of humor.” Adam didn’t look at me, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “It’s not humor. It’s destiny.”