Author Of My Own Destiny の小説・ストーリー

“Father, I cannot just abandon…” “You are abandoning no one,” he said gently. “You are stepping into what you were born to do.” Born to. As if destiny had the right to decide who I loved. Who I fought beside. Who I lived with. Destiny. I had spent my entire life choking on the weight of it. First through whispered prophecies. Then in nightmares shaped by Lysandra’s cruelty. Then through magic that tore me between worlds.

‘It’s a card' I declare; it read Dr.Argon Smith Neurologist Millington Speciality Hospital Ph: xxxxx xxxxx M: xxxxx xxxxx ‘What is this card doing in my pillow cover?’ I wonder ‘Do I know him?’ ‘Maybe I do' ‘And maybe he can help me with my memory' ‘Yeah, let’s call him maybe' ‘Nah, let’s visit him. ‘I’ll even get to see who he is' I retaliate and speak to myself in a mixed tone but definitely good accent and points.

she curses the ten million times today, and I smirk in return, like I would love to get married at 13 who cares about her husband's house, no one, well at least not me. I go back to my room, my uniform is dirty, and i have mastered the habit of washing and wearing it as well, as I said earlier, I love doing things at my own pace. I wash it, then head to study, even when I know I am likely not to partake in the exam tomorrow I would try my best. If there's one thing I have learned about being financially unstable it's feeding on hope, it was more of our daily bread, and my family had become barkers of that bread, ever since dad died living mom and I siblings in the cruel world.

The man said as he open the door for Liam. " We'll wait here -! " Liam nodded and went inside. When the door closed Liam eyes dropped on the man infront of him. His eyes is focused on a thick book. He cleared his throat to get his attention. " Good Afternoon, Noah. I am-- " " Owen Liam. I know who you are, you don't need to introduce yourself. " The man said in a deep voice. Liam, it's not surprising that everyone knows him. Afterall, he's a famous businessman in this country.

Murphy felt better as the voice kept on speaking, where she kept on hearing without questioning anything, everything that was said seemed true and valid to her. “A weight of both the worlds that I carry. Unable to know who is right and who is wrong. Totally shackled in this destiny, never knowing that things will end like this. Odd destinies, odd people. I just want to escape this. Runaway for ever”, Murphy muttered under her breath, hardly making the words go out clear. “There is no destiny that is chosen by someone for you. No destiny can choose death for you. There is no destiny so coward! That chooses no rebel for you.

I really did not want to pick it up because I knew the contents of it would be begging me to change my mind and I did not want to; however, my hands contrasted my resolution as they were itching to know whatever she had said, and I was right! “Babe’s you can’t be serious! You can’t just give up like this and stop using the house as an excuse! You know you can stay there for as long as you like. If you try, you could get another job and maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as the other, and I could ask my father if-” I halted reading the letter at that point. I did not want her helping anymore. She had already done enough for me. I did not want to be a beggar anymore because that was what I had been c

"Don't blame yourself for anything, Stanley. I believe it's destiny." "Destiny?" I nodded at him. "You believe in that?" He snorted. "Of course, I do. The experiences that came after high school was too overwhelming not to believe there is a thing called destiny. It can't be denied." "What if I want to deny it?" "You have no right to. It can only be delayed but it will surely come to pass someday."

I hugged the pillow tightly and cried myself to sleep. I woke up abruptly from the very nightmare I’ve been having since my parent’s death. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and got off the bed. I looked out of the window and It was still dark outside. There’s still plenty of time before sunrise. I decided to work on the machine for a bit. I locked the door and began my work. My mind wandered to last night’s events. I cannot believe he said my purpose was to serve him and give him an heir. No fucking way!

And from these ashes, I would rise. “I won’t let anyone write my story. Not my parents. Not Kael. Not even the goddess herself. My fate is mine! I’ll write it with my own hands and carve my own destiny. And when I’m done, they’ll see exactly what they lost.”

Yes my Lord" Jarvis and Adrian gathered lots of firewood and are now returning to the campsite. Adrian allowed Jarvis to carry all the firewood all by herself without helping her in any way which made Jarvis furious. "Please would you help me with the firewood?" Jarvis said "You are a servant you should carry it.. how can you even ask me to do such" Jarvis is now extremely angry so she drops all the firewood on the ground and Adrian turns to look at her confused. "Yes I'm a servant, I am the handmaiden to your sister, my father is not a Lord and my mother is not a lady but we are the same you and I. Our parents are not Lords or ladies the only difference between us is that you are under the