Fate Makes No Mistakes Novels & Stories

I could tell that she was unsure how he would react, knowing that she’d been forced to keep shit from him. It surprised her when he kissed her temple and promised her that he wasn’t upset. Her shoulders relaxed as if he’d helped take off some of the weight that she was carrying around. “Fate is a complicated thing and something that affects everyone in different ways. Imagine a complicated game of Chess. Moves that appear to be inconsequential can actually cause a ripple effect that leads to winning or losing the game. Choices, decisions, and actions from us and others have led us to this point in time. Fate is known for its long game. As such, the game began generations ago. I knew that our

“They told me if you choose the wrong path it would mean destruction for us all.” I watch the color drain from her face as the weight of what I just told her sinks in. “How often are the Fates wrong?” She trembles beside me. I wrap my arms around her shoulders, pulling her in for a bear hug. Andrew stands in place, watching our exchange with a pained look on his face. “The Fates know everything my love…they are never wrong.” A choked sob escapes Jamari’s lips. “So I’m going to destroy everything?” Tears glisten in her eyes causing my heart to break a little.

His blue eyes, usually warm were now frozen ice. "Lucas?" I whispered. My voice was small, so small that if not because the hall was filled with wolves and dead silent at the same time, no one would have heard me. "What...what are you doing?" I took a step forward, my hand reaching out. "We are fated. You know we are." Lucas flinched, looking at my outstretched hand with pure disgust, as if I were offering him a handful of dirt. "Fate makes mistakes, and I am not a man who accepts mistakes." his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

I said in a voice that even I didn’t recognize. Aunt Nikki stared at me with such calmness that I felt embarrassed about what I had just done. I sat down and dragged my fingers on my hair as frustration swallowed me whole. “I’m sorry,” I said unable to look at her after what I did to her. “I understand,” she said as she squeezed my knee. “But Mikey, Fate is something you are born with. No one can change that not even you. You make yourself believe that you can change it and even try all possible ways that you can think of just to change it only to realize in the end that you did not escape it at all and that you just took the longest and hardest route possible.”

She can not really describe what the room looks like as she have no eyes but she can sense that it is a blank white room that stretch on a distance. "Where am I?" she asked. "Fate hall. This is the hall where you will choose your fate in your next life," said the man. Then he continued to write incomprehensible characters. 'Next life? So you choose your own fate before you are born? Does that mean that she also choose to die in this manner?' Now that she think about it, why did she bombed herself? Oh right, she was angry. But what is anger? Suddenly, she realized she do not know a single emotion. She wonder what anger is as she recall her own memory. But she can not find an answer. She just

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

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."

Could my choice have triggered a butterfly effect? I picked up my phone and saw more than ten missed calls, all from Mona. I let out a cold laugh and ignored them. When I was running around for the company in my last life, she had never been this "concerned" about me. Just as I put the phone down, a message popped up. [Why aren't you picking up? I'm really worried about you. Did the Whites make things hard for you? Is Jonah scary? Do you want me to come see you?]

No one would believe me anyway. So I swallowed it down. “I was wondering,” I said carefully, keeping my tone light. “That woman in your story. The one who had a second chance… did she succeed? Did she change her fate, or did she fall back into the same mistakes?” His expression softened, the lines of his face folding deeper with memory. “Her,” he murmured. “Well… depends who you ask. Some say she lived better the second time. Wiser, stronger. Others say fate circles back no matter how hard you fight it. In the end, it was her choices.”