Fate Meme の小説・ストーリー

That is, if you can keep a rational thought in your head once you meet your mate and don’t mark each other immediately. I guess that’s one thing to be thankful for with this Task Force tattoo. It’ll keep that mate mess less messy for a while after my birthday, at least. Levi nods and smiles. “Well, in that case, Zoe, I guess I’ve got three years to convince you I’m the better option.” I snort. “Good luck with that.” He winks. “I’d put money on it, Zoe.” “Oh yeah? How much?” I ask, raising an eyebrow challengingly at him.

I would never let go, not this time. I reached out and hooked my arm through his, pulling him closer. "Don't worry. I won't lose." Just then, from the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Sienna in a dark corner, glaring at us with pure venom. Before my eyes, the pop-up messages appeared again. [Don't fall into Drake Weston's trap so easily!] [This is all a setup Drake designed for you. At your engagement party, he'll get together with the fake heiress and completely betray you. Callum will be drugged by Drake while trying to protect you and violated by others. You must protect Callum at the engagement party!]

"I already told you, you are nothing more than one of his dogs. A single thought from us decides your lives. So? You are going to be a widow now." She smugly surveyed my residence, as if inspecting property that already belonged to her. "Enjoy what you have while you can. It won’t last much longer. Luca has already sent people to reclaim everything under Marco’s name. There’s no helping it. Marco made a serious mistake, and the Boss won’t let him off. Just wait and starve." She stared into my eyes, trying to find regret or despair. Nevertheless, I only looked back at her coldly, my gaze calm and empty.

The Festival of Fools The palace was awe-inspiring, its golden minarets climbing up towards heaven. I flew overhead, circling above the party, hidden in the night’s darkness. Below, humans danced under the moonlight, their laughter a symphony of ignorance. Nobles in dazzling gowns and luxurious robes filled the courtyard, cheeks stained with wine and indulgence. But my gaze found only one. Prince Fred. He wore silver-trimmed armor, his dark locks framing a face carved with quiet strength. Unlike the others, he was still, unreadable. There was something in his eyes—something that made the fire within me coil with curiosity.

Ahytttt, it's my birthday, but it's already ruined. ~Ylluscion

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

This is one of the many reminders that we are more alike than we wish to acknowledge. And if we continue to live the way we do right now - where the strong oppress the weak and the voiceless is swallowed up by the voiced - we disgrace the past and don’t deserve the future. Fate, they say, is inevitable… but fate, for me, is just another word for bad luck. Hence, fate is not meant to control us… if you fail to control your fate, it will control you. I am at a cross road where I cannot tell what is real and what’s not anymore… I just hope I’m not losing it.”

Kazeal said, taking a deep breath. “I can try,” I said. Kazeal nodded wearily. “Hey,” I gained his attention. “Hmm?” “People often like to represent the shackles of fate by a red string. But I used to believe the same, but not anymore. We are all bound by thorny vines of fate and it appears like a red string to the eyes because the vines are smeared with our blood. It’s ok to feel lost. I feel exactly the same right now. But none of this is our fault. I know you want to stop this war and I know why you don’t want me to get involved, but Kazeal, can we fight fate? Can we ever execute our plans the way we imagined?”

"What?! I did not say-" "You didn't have to. Usually you tell me about girls when you over them, a conquest or dated in high school. Bro fate has no numbers. Fate is not math man sometimes fate can be a philosophy like Astrophysics or Geology." "Ugh, don't start with your sappy emotions. As innocent as you are Toby, there is no such thing as fate and to prove it I am willing to put money on the table." "My point is there is no way of understanding fate. Wait. So your great idea is to gamble fates nonexistence? If it sound smart in your ears, then Bet."