Novel & Cerita Author Of My Own Destiny

I knew Baby, you are my destiny You and I were meant to be With all my heart and soul I give my love to have and hold And as far as I can see You were always meant to be my destiny I wanted someone like you Someone that I could hold on to And give my love to have and soul And as far as I can see You were always meant to be my destiny Maybe all we need is just a little faith Cause baby I believe that love will find a way Baby, you are my destiny You and I were meant to be With all my heart and soul I give my love to have and hold And as far as I can see From now until eternity You were always meant to be My destiny You're my destiny During his journey going home, he cherished the moments he h

"It wasn't my choice, Anika! I left home because I love you! I left my world to be with the world we both deserve. If I go back there, they will force me to marry someone I don't love. It came to a point where I couldn't find a job because they were all blocked by Dad.. so I became a prostitute, but I couldn't take it either, so I ran away from that complicated world. I wandered around. That's how my boss saw me in the street, like a cat searching for food in the trash. He's kind, but I just can't give him what he wants. MYSELF!! I took care of myself because of you, Anika, but I lost you for a long time, and that's my fault.."

Maybe close to the lake that me and Abby used to play in as pups. I never wanted to be Alpha, and when I was 15 years old, I debated resending my claim to the title. But my mother stopped me. She was so angry for me even mentioning the thought. Anger started to invade my senses; she knew my whole life I wasn’t Abraham’s son. So, who was I? What is my real dad like? And why did she never go to him after the DNA test? I knew I was an alpha’s son, the blood that runs through my veins is an alpha’s blood. My mother was a gamma’s daughter, a fact that she threw in everyone’s face when they questioned her.

Fated But Not Destined Chapter 4 **************Not Destined********* Chloe POV “Who told you I have a mate?,” he questioned me with an arching brow “Don’t worry about who told me,” I replied him trying to wave that off. “I don’t have a mate, if I already have a mate then neither of us would have felt what we feel today.” He reminded me and all i could do was to look at me like some sort of dummy. “If you didn’t have a mate then why did I hear that you are a mate to the college queen.” I fired him with another question.

I had the feeling that he feared that we had been followed. "Some call me The mother of all, and for others I am just a sinner who was exiled by condemning humanity to all sins. However, I am truly the lady of Destiny. I can determine when a new life will come into the world, and I can decide its torments and overcoming. I am the one who chooses which paths humans will cross, and where their lives will end. Even so, I'm stuck in my own Destiny, and I can't create a story for myself.

--- And as the weight of what they had created settled into something real— As destiny revealed itself not as fate, but as responsibility— As the future stretched forward, uncertain and unprotected— One final truth emerged: --- Destiny is not something you are given… --- It is something you choose to carry— --- Even when you know how heavy it will be.

I loathed them for filling my life with fury. Our fate is determined by the house we grow up in. Your story's first author is your mom. This has me wondering everyday I spent alive, that what is my fate? Is the life I'm living really the life I should be. All this I can never know but can always wonder. But what I do is I was writing my own fate, I couldn't change it but the least I could was make mine.

“It’s not supposed to be me. It was never supposed to be me.” “Then who?” she asked. “Richard?” “Richard… Yvonne… maybe Gunner,” I said, more to myself than to her. “Anyone but me.” Selena stopped walking, folding her arms again. “You really think that’s how this works? You can just hand off destiny like a business contract?” “Destiny?” I let out a hollow laugh. “You make it sound poetic. It’s not destiny, Selena. It’s expectation. Obligation. A crown of thorns dressed up like honor.”

I whispered, each word carefully chosen, aimed like daggers at his guilt. For once, silence hung between us. Heavy, suffocating silence. Women know how to be cunning when they must. And right now, all I had was that. If he wouldn’t listen to reason, then perhaps guilt could chip away at the wall around his heart. I stared up at him, at the man fate had tethered me to, and wondered again why the moon goddess had chosen him. Maybe it was punishment. Maybe it was destiny. Or maybe—just maybe—it was because I was meant to change him.

Aaron I’m not the type of man who believes in fate. I believe everyone is responsible for their own destiny, and we, as humans, can shape it into whatever we want. And as I stare at my wife’s sleeping form merely an hour before I have to face our greatest enemy, I can’t help but wonder if this is the destiny I chose, or just the cruel, inevitable conclusion of the bloodline I was born into. Either way, if I die tonight, at least I would’ve had the pleasure of knowing her in this lifetime and the quest of searching for her in the next.