Novel & Cerita Author Of My Own Destiny

- You're right, but still don't believe it, doesn't Jack need to be so stupid. "I'll give a real-life example: some people don't believe that ghosts are real, but in fact, they always exist and follow around us just depending on each person's 'destiny'" meet' in real life or not. These people may be a match for some unjustly dead soul, so pay attention to what is called a predestined relationship or a replacement for the"-Marin paused for a moment. to gather strength and then continued: "I'm only going to tell you how much, if you want to get into the matter, there's a lot to talk about"

"The world is like a huge library that is filled with books. It’s a book that contains everyone's story. Everyone has their story written somewhere in the library. It can be a book of love between two lovers from a distance, an inspirational story of a family, a story of an unbreakable friendship, or the story of a war against long-time enemies. Our stories don't always have a happy endings. Some ends in tragedy and others end with a twist and unexpected turn of events. No matter what is written in our final chapter, it always ends up with a lesson. Do you believe in fate and destiny? They say that once the foreteller has foreseen your destiny, you may delay or postpone the inevitable, but y

The only person he had ever truly cared about was himself. It wasn't until the version of Joe in my memory faded completely that I finally spoke, meeting his expectant gaze. "Sorry, but I think I can be my own support." Joe froze. When he realized I was refusing him, his anger flared. "How did I end up with a cold, heartless sister like you? You're not even as good as Felicity. At least she knows how to help me when I'm out there handling things! Are you really going to just stand by and watch Commander Howell turn against me?"

I might just welcome it. Four years, I muse wearily, sitting on the bed and looking at my feet. I spent four years building up my self-esteem, my pride, my confidence. I was proud of myself. I managed to build a life for myself and my daughter. Things were going so well. I should have known it was too good to be true. When have things ever gone right for me? Perhaps this is what they call destiny. My destiny was always to be like this, useless, someone to be manipulated.

I press my bleeding palm to the yellow gemstone. "For the woman who endured childlessness. For the Luna who suffered under the weight of duty, and for my child. For both my children." Nothing happens, but I didn't expect it to. I've only said the reasons I am doing this. I haven't accepted who I am yet. Only by accepting myself will I find my power. Speaking into the empty room, I breathe and voice out the truth of my existence. "I am Destiny. A woman. A werewolf of the Silvercrest pack. I was rescued by parents who loved me, and because of that, all I ever wanted was a family of my own.

Nonetheless, she made sure I got into a good college. I met Caleb there. He was brilliant and kind, and he never judged my humble background. When other students whispered behind my back, calling me bad luck because of my father's death, Caleb always defended me. I truly believed I had found my soulmate. After graduation, we married and were blessed by everyone's well wishes, including my mother's. Yet, she had fallen ill before I could repay her for all her sacrifices. She told me she was content and had no regrets, especially when I had married Caleb.

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

It was best for all not to to dwell on the past and its regrets, the present and its torment, or of the future and its certain, dreary death; but to just sink in those dark blue eyes, take a long deep sigh and fly high unto the unknown. I have grown certain by now that nothing was going to alter what was happening. Nothing was going to subside the enraged fire that was eating us all up and leading us down to our doom. Nor was anything going to hush up the urged screams of the innocent that were troubling, and weighing most upon my being. Nothing could alter what was meant to be. It was the destiny that had been written on my stone years ago, engraved so deep on the hard rock of my fate that

I will avoid him and won't talk to him from now on. Somehow I reached my apartment and I was glad that I didn't meet anyone on my way. I unlocked my door and walked inside. I didn't turn on the light and straight-headed toward my room. I opened the door of the bathroom and stripped my clothes off. I turned on the shower and sat on the floor. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed about my condition. I hate my destiny. It's so cruel. Why does everyone have a good fate but not me? Why is everyone enjoying their life and not me?

If it continues like this, then the plan will never come true. "You kicked me out?" After Ricard was silent for a long time, finally that man made a voice. Ricard never wanted to be ordered by others. That man always did what was right, and he believed. Such principles apply not only in the business world but in everything that deals with decisions. "Look me in the eye," the dictator Ricard's attitude emerged. It was as if Zeline was hypnotized by just following the orders that the man had spoken. "There is no reason for me to leave you just because of your illness and the fact that you are still a virgin."