Author Of My Own Destiny นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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."

However, Damien's readership probably numbered well over a hundred thousand, and I had to admit that my work only reached a few hundred people. His eyes narrowed. “Did I mention my issues with authority at today's event? So I knew that I wanted to be my own boss. I wrote a book, it was submitted and rejected. Over and over again, what pissed me off. I knew I wrote well, but no one else seemed to see it. “That must have been frustrating. “Yes, but it made me determined to prove them wrong. When I wrote

Nike She almost laughed at how shamelessly Infinitus supported his Golden daughters, what a father, unrelenting and unwilling to accept the fact that his daughters had well passed their glory days, even in his slumber, his fingers toyed with very looms of fate', manipulating destiny so that they found themselves at the same place and at the same time. It simply was nothing short of being pathetic, all he was simply achieving was leading the lambs to her slaughterhouse, what a destiny!, to lose and to be conquered in every single lifetime, it was almost sad and pitiful to kill them. Almost being the key word.

" but I don't want to accept that reason, I have somebody else in my life." "Saying it multiple times doesn't change anything, you cannot rewrite your destiny… it's already been written for generations and it's something we have to obey and follow strictly I wish I could help you but I can't" he said before patting him on the back and walking off. Was this really destiny?.

Cain informed me. "Do you have an idea if what kind person I need to kill next?" I asked. "I didn't have an idea Lil, it's destiny which decides about anything, so you shall not waste the opportunity when fate favors to you, it can help you gain the things you want," he replied. "But I don't believe in destiny, because we can make our own." "If you don't believe in destiny, your belief will, for sure, change, because it's destiny which will decide what will happen next, and even you will do your best to survive, if the whole universe decided not to let you survive, then you can do nothing against it."

She picked up the paper to read and didn’t expect what was inside. ‘Jessie, I know you didn’t expect this but by the time you would be reading this letter, I would be long gone to another country…’ She paused at that, what did she mean another country, did she mean Jaxon’s house or was she talking about another country, she couldn’t mean that right? She read on… ‘I didn’t plan to do this but after hearing that I lost my baby… I didn’t see anything to hold onto anymore. I’m going to go away and become successful and since no one wanted me around anyways, I think it would be easier,

power because it was glowing when I saw it. It was a star. I tried to search for him to thank him, but I couldn’t recognize him. It was disappointing! I wandered next to another time; it was when I was wandering in the street. I didn’t find anything to eat and was begging for food; I didn’t want to steal. I was sitting in a dark street in the slums. I was unrecognizable because I became so thin and ugly, ugly from the scars of the beatings, my body was covered. I saw a child that was mistreated; a fat man beat him. I realized from the talk that he was a slave seller, the boy was his slave, he beat him because he ran away. I got scared because I had a terrible thought; what if he enslaved me

I desired an existence of my own, a name without a ‘Morris’ imprint. An eerie silence engulfed me as I closed my eyes. Should I leave this to destiny and let fate decide? I nearly scoffed. Fate? When had such an obnoxious thing as fate existed? It was written in Destiny, all written before I was born. My Destiny was written by devils, two men who were adamant on ruining me. Their intentions were sinister. They ‘wanted’ me—not in a way a man should desire a woman. They were dangerous. Only a week was left. I couldn’t risk getting my family killed.

Everyone wants the truth but no one wants to be honest. ATHENA Life is so unpredictable. There was a time when i didn't believed in destiny but now i left whole life on hands of the destiny. I used to think that i will write my own destiny but i was so wrong. "Someone is looking very pretty " i was brought back to reality. I looked at the person and gave her a smile. "You're looking very hot Eve" i said. It's true she looked sizzling hot in her red jumpsuit.