Fate Meme Novels & Stories

She wiped her tears and let anger fume in her as she screamed at him. “you know what f**k you!! f**k this!! okay !!! is this how you want it !! fine !! I just wish you were dead, both of you monsters!! dead!!DEAD!! F**K!!!” she said storming out of the room cursing out loud at them as they laughed at how angry she was.

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.

"It's not so much of a bow, but baring your neck in submission to those above you. It's their way of showing their loyalty." "What?" I hiss. "But I'm not above them, far from it." "You're going to be their future Luna. You'll have to get used to this." Zak smirked down at me, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable I was. I swallowed hard. I hadn't really thought about the future Zak and I would have, considering I was just trying to get through each day. I might not make it through the next full moon anyway. "If they don’t kill me first." I mumble and instantly regret it as Zak’s face darkens. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just a little on edge.”

Nothing will go wrong after this fake session. Unfortunately, she didn’t know that her spontaneous action would be leading her into another disaster afterwards.

I’m dead, and nothing will change that. So what good is anger here? Nothing can change what has come to pass, but I need to know one thing before moving on. “I get it; I’m dead. I probably should have been killed long ago or not given life, to begin with. Just tell me one thing, is Gianna alive?” “What would it matter?” Fate asks. “If she were alive, you die, she dies. That’s how the mate bond works.” “We’re all well aware how the mate bond works, Fate, as I created it. We don’t need your dictation on the matter.” Selene tells Fate while side-eyeing him.

“How do you know that’s what it feels like?” “My parents explained it to me. My mother was my father's second chance mate while my father was her fated mate. I didn’t believe them, but since meeting my fated mate only to find she’s mated to someone else I can confirm that that is exactly how it feels.” He shrugged, running his large hand through his thick dark hair.

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

is precisely what happened to me. I was just a simple eighteen year old girl who has a loving parent, A typical rich brat who gets everything she desires. I had countless of dreams I wanted to achieve someday. But alas, you just can't be happy without something messing it up and that something is called 'Fate'. Everything I had slipped from my grasp without leaving a single trace of it is being there. My parents kicked me out, I have no roof over my head, no food to eat, not a single penny in my pocket, nowhere to go. All because of one mistake I didn't even do.

Black eyes and black suits… Maybe he was my lucky charm!

I explained to her, she listened with glistening eyes. “I'm already excited to see him… em her… em…” I chuckled. “Just call him Dr. Fate.” She nodded. “There's one more thing you should know. If Fate is a woman, it means he is happy. If he is a man, he is angry. If he is a young, handsome man, it means he is very, very angry.” “That doesn't make any —” she was still talking when I opened the door into the sitting room. Immediately we stepped in, a glass cup flew right at us. I rushed Catalina, spurning around and covering her with my wings. The glass shattered on my back.