Author Of My Own Destiny Novels & Stories

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?.

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.

She asked herself but the answer is nothing except hurting him at the end. She thought he would’ve fallen in love with someone else in these past years but he didn’t just like her. Even for her, life is tough. But he got all the chances to get himself another woman but he waited for her, not intentionally. Is this called destiny? Once Charlotte prayed to God that she has been with her parents and Jaxson lifelong, after seeing the shooting star. But her prayers didn’t happen and she loved all her faith in the Almighty. They again met now; she wondered what Jaxson had prayed at that time.

“You are not the victim of the world, but rather the master of your own destiny. It is your choices and decisions that determine your destiny.” ~Roy T. Bennett (Third pov) As soon as Alex closes the door, she locks it up and tears run down her face, finally letting her defence fall. It wasn't true, this is all just a bad dream, one she's sure she's going to wake up from, there has to be a way for her to escape this disastrous show.

he said sternly Dilan straightened up "Dilan this is about your future" Dilan's face turned dark. There was no other future than becoming a CEO or either getting a wife "It's about getting a wife" "I'm too young" he replied coldly "I know but just get ready to find one or I'll find one myself" and he left. His dad was a straightforward man and anything he decided to do he must do it and no one could stop him except cause his wife, but this time she was with him Dilan had no other choice. His dad abruptly stopped

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.