A Man's Character Is His Destiny Novels & Stories

« Have you ever considered being a merchant in real life? You know with your abilities, I know that you’ll do great. » « I agree with Bonine; I noticed that our characters are built or given us following our personalities. You did great in your missions, Bonine too, she is great as a leader and a good talker, she could talk to that older man and persuade him to do a project in a field that isn’t known for women in this world, » said Davina.

I say flatly. “Destiny is a series of opportunities and gifts. It’s up to you to take the opportunity and utilize the gift.” “Pray tell, what is the opportunity?” I bite back. “It will be what you make of it, I suppose.” She responds cryptically. “Follow your path without judgment.” “Follow my path.” I repeat quietly, contemplating what that path may be. “Without judgment.” She repeats. “Your mate did not reject you. He is asking you to complete some sort of test. You cannot hate him for following a tradition created long before he was born.”

Her father held her tightly, patting her back gently, "It's alright, my little one. You don't have to feel bad about it. You can not be held accountable for actions beyond your control. I always told you that you were made for a great destiny." "But how is this destiny about killing people?" She countered. "Bad people... People who deserve to be killed..." He interjected. "But..." He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. "Sshhh... Don't fight it, my love. Accept it. This is who you are. But you have to be careful, now that they have gotten to know who you truly are..." His tone held a warning, "There will be challenges ahead, my princess. People will fear what they do not underst

he said, his voice a seductive growl. My knees felt like they would buckle under the weight of his words, but I held firm. "I won't be a pawn in your games," I said, my voice stronger than I felt. His eyes narrowed. "This isn't a game," he said, his voice a warning. "This is destiny. And you can't outrun it." "I don't believe in destiny," I returned.

"Is either you lose your life on this path, or you lose someone you love. That's your destiny” "Alpha Matteo" Henry shouted in shock, giving me a strong warning. I looked at him, then back at the priest, and slowly, I stood to my feet making up my mind. "In that case, I will make my own destiny and live the best of it. Just get me ready for the journey" I said with a firm voice. The priest quickly turned to his oracle and began chanting in the spirit. "Man proposes. Gods dispose. I will do my part, and then leave the rest for the gods to do theirs"

"Poor Vincent. He did nothing wrong to undergo such a cruel life. It's merely just the destiny playing games on him." "Destiny... huh." Ulysses said it in a low voice but Dylan heard it. "What about it? You don't believe in destiny too?" Since Ulysses doesn't believe in curses, Dylan thinks it's not surprising if he doesn't believe in destiny too. Ulysses, "I believe in human actions more. We make our own destiny. We don't even have a proof that things are already decided before we're born, right?" "There is." Dylan said as he looks straight at the other's eyes.

“But we both know that this is your destiny, and you can't run away from it.” “For goodness’ sake! How's this my destiny?” I yelled, my eyes burning with tears. “Can you show me where it's written that this is my destiny, huh? To save a pack that threw me out, you call that my destiny, right? You're wrong, Reggie. You know, now that I think about it, I don't think this is my destiny. Among every other person in the pack, why me?” “Because you're special.” he said.

"Isn't it strange that your fated mate could be half way across the world from you? Your pack members who found their mates here might have had to take chosens if they never met their mates." "It was meant to be, they were meant to find their fated mates eventually. One way or another the universe would have shifted and they would have found each other eventually. But I wouldn't have had it any other way." He turned to glance at me, "Coming here now tops the list of the best decisions I've made in my life so far." I smiled, "Since when did you start believing in things meant to be Roman? Do you suddenly believe in destiny now?" "I don't." He turned back to the mirror drying his hair, "I writ

Chris’s master chuckled, “And you told me that you would find your own destiny.” “But I….” Everett shook his head in disbelief as he mumbled, “I was just a teenager… how could you take my words seriously?” “Like I said… cultivation is a choice…” Chris’s master shrugged, changing back to his normal appearance, “Opportunity knocks but only once… the choice, that is also destiny.” He continued as though to ascertain his point, “Your nephew was only two and a half, but he embraced his destiny.”

“There is no destiny that is chosen by someone for you. No destiny can choose death for you. There is no destiny so coward! That chooses no rebel for you. Whatever destiny that calls, is more than a scheme! Differentiate between destiny and schemes, destiny comes from unseen, which we build ourselves. Schemes come from plots that are set for us”, said the voice calmly. “Who to trust then? Every face seems treacherous, sly, cunning, and luring in this world. I wish to hideaway. And run away”, she spoke dreamily, inhaling the warmth of the lavenders deeply, filling her lungs even more.