روايات وقصص ضمن Author Of My Own Destiny

I have written this in her destiny and what is written in destiny, is bound to happen. …………………………………..

Covered in thick layers of dust is a brown leather book. Ever so carefully, I pull it out and wipe the dust off with my hand. It is hard to see the lettering, but I see the familiar “W.” With everything I had, I inhale and hold my breath before blowing across the beautiful leather material sitting in the palm of my tiny hands. “The World of the Unknown. I found you.”

I stand to leave and shake my head, “it’s a shame, I wish I could do more for him, but it seems he is the only person that can change his destiny and he keeps following the darkness, runs head first into it, without thought or reason.” “No, he had reason this time, and they call her Whisper.”

There was no fear in their eyes, only pride and an unspoken promise of unwavering support. As the night deepened, a solemn resolve settled within me. The path was treacherous, the stakes immeasurable, but the call of my destiny was clear. With each passing hour, the pieces of the prophecy coalesced within my mind, forging the map of a future that I, Eden Bentley, was born to shape.

“It’s not true. I’ve been tested over and over again. It’s not true! No matter what you say, it’s not true, and even if it was, I don’t care! I’d rather die!” My words echoed through the dream and I gasped as I realized what I said. She stared at me, eyes wide. I swallowed and shuddered again. “You really think you would choose death over your destiny?” Destiny. I looked at her. “You… keep saying destiny, but I didn’t choose any of this.” She scoffed. “Of course, you did—“ “I chose to be picked up by those people?” I asked. “I chose for them to sell me to that auction? I chose Matt and Tony to buy me and—and—“

The artist nodded. "And... any name?" He asked. "Just write a 'V'." Vishesh extended his hand lazily. "Only V?" The artist paused. "Hm." Raghu narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "...V? Ye 'V' kaun hai?" He asked. "Self-love gentleman." Vishesh nodded with complete confidence. Silence. "...What? My own initial." He grinned shamelessly. "If no one else appreciates me... I'll appreciate myself." He placed a dramatic hand over his chest.

"If destiny has decreed it..." I flashed a smile. Destiny had decreed that I must go and uncover my true identity. I was not going to run away from it.

It would be: “To live. To choose. To write your own story.” I closed my eyes, hand over Ronan’s, over our pup. “This time,” I whispered into the dark, more to myself than anyone else, “I’m not just surviving the story. I’m authoring it.” The little heartbeat under my palm kicked once more, like a period at the end of a sentence. Done.

Damien I'm here now. After six years of working behind the scenes, tempering my mind and mastering my impulses, I've finally emerged to claim the life I was built to lead. My stepmother exploited my silence. She forged alliances and built an army in the void I'd left behind. I'd tried to dismantle every piece she'd put in place, but because so few people knew of my existence, she was spawning more threats than I could defend against. That was why I had to accelerate my emergence. I couldn't afford to wait any longer.