Romans & histoires Author Of My Own Destiny

Her eyes welled with tears. "So… all of this… I prayed for it myself." She had been blind to her own heart, unable to see the maze of love she had tangled herself in. All the suffering she endured was of her own making. The next morning, Anastasia returned to the cathedral to speak with the abbot, her voice calm. "I want to dedicate my life to God." The abbot folded his hands. "Of course." "May I choose my own confirmation name?" she asked. "You may."

As the characters grappled with the weight of Asmo's ultimatum, the threads of their interconnected destinies wove a tapestry of uncertainty and irrevocable change. "I have always been the architect of my own destiny, weaving the threads of fate with a masterful hand. Fear me not for my power, but for the boundless depths of my resolve. For in the crucible of choice, I am the fire that forges unyielding paths and irrevocable destinies."

He locked himself in a closed room, neither eating nor sleeping nor wanting to meet anyone. But no matter how hard he tried not to believe it, the truth couldn't be changed. He was already an Omega. Anna advised him to accept the truth. "Omega is not as bad as you think. As long as that person is you, Omega or Beta is fine." Over time, Eric's wounds also gradually healed, but the obsession continued in his dreams every time he closed his eyes and went to sleep. His beautiful face and that smug smile never left his mind. It took a very long time for him to heal and start a new life."It's a phenomenon of diverging into an Omega. Very rarely seen," the doctor said.

“What is this? Some shitty, low budget version of A Christmas Carol?” A burning look from the boy and all his sarcasm died. “You’re here to decide your destiny, Gavin Patchett.” Gavin scowled despite the lingering pain in his guts. “Destiny? I don’t have a destiny. I’m a writer. A genre writer.” He wiped his mouth on his arm again. “No destiny here. Sorry.” The boy remained still, his blue eyes boring into Gavin’s. “You will choose today, Gavin Patchett, what you will serve: Order or Chaos. Light or Dark. Purpose . . . or the Other.”

There haven't been any night duty since forever. "Okay then, stay safe. I love you." "Love you more." I hung up. Challenging? Yeah. And frustrating. I can't do anything without Kyle. * I stared long at the brown leather cover book on my reading table, "Changing Destiny." by Annabelle Steele. It looks more different to me now. I've had it there for years and I pop into it from time to time whenever I'm in need of motivation or energy. I love Annabelle. She changed my life, her books. I wouldn't have been the lawyer that I am now if not for her. But I never really met her in person, when she was alive. I was one of those people who cried uncontrollably when her death was announced. She was the

She looked like she could see right through me with her dark eyes/. “I am trying to run away from life - my life specifically.” “Don't we all want that?” She laughed, “honey, I can sense the sadness in you and this is what i gotta tell you - you can write your own destiny and forge your own path.” With those words she turned and walked over to the other side of the bar to attend to the men. Write your own destiny. That is definitely what I am going to do tonight. But how exactly am I supposed to do that? I still haven't found what i was looking for or perhaps I was not looking in the right places.

this beauty with a kind heart is a perfect match. Author's special: Author: Can you question fate when it's unfair and blame destiny when it takes you to dead-end...?

I won't ever interfere with her life for its her last life too and she has gained the right to choose rather than being controlled by me. (DESTINY is actually the fate and choice is our choices . I have made them little characters for fun).

". It is impossible to defy the writing. He had a strong hold on the past, linked to the curse that my family endured for many years.? It's not in the letter, " I uttered, my words echoing on the battlefield. "We're the ones who shape us. Destiny. With those words, I moved towards the air, feeling my magic infused into existence. I stopped fighting for my own survival. I was striving to retrieve everything that had been lost and on the verge of being taken.’ I was cursed by my ancestors' blood, but it was my own power that would destroy it.

I wouldn’t let history bury me the way it buried my mother. I would fight. I looked at Zach — really looked. The man who would burn the world to keep me breathing. The man who would rather die with me than live without me. The man whose love felt like war and sanctuary at once. And I made a choice. A quiet, fierce, trembling choice. I would not be taken. I would not be sacrificed. I would not be claimed by destiny. I would write my own fate — drenched in fire and blood and loyalty and love.