Author Of My Own Destiny Novels & Stories

Every inch of this land was welcoming me home. "Julian, I was never going to Crimson Peak." "What?!" "I said, I was never going to Crimson Peak." My voice was calm. "Go be with your Elodie. I'm going back to my real home." "Vesper!" Desperation filled his voice. "You can't do this! We're fated mates! We have a bond! You promised you'd come with me to Crimson Peak!" I stopped. I looked at the familiar mountain in the distance. My grandmother was buried there. My mentor. Everyone I ever loved. Ten years. I was finally back. "Did I?" I asked coldly.

There haven't been any night duty since forever. "Okay then, stay safe. I love you." "Love you more." I hung up. Challenging? Yeah. And frustrating. I can't do anything without Kyle. * I stared long at the brown leather cover book on my reading table, "Changing Destiny." by Annabelle Steele. It looks more different to me now. I've had it there for years and I pop into it from time to time whenever I'm in need of motivation or energy. I love Annabelle. She changed my life, her books. I wouldn't have been the lawyer that I am now if not for her. But I never really met her in person, when she was alive. I was one of those people who cried uncontrollably when her death was announced. She was the

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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

"What if I don't want to follow what you call destiny?" He smiled, not with irony, but with devotion. "Then the whole world will bow to make you want to." "Because there is no destiny without your will, my queen." "Destiny is what you decide it to be." I wanted to deny it. I wanted to scream. But something deep inside me, something deep and ancient, whispered that he was right. And in that instant, I felt... time tremble. Perhaps, for the first time, I was about to write my own destiny.

We were one, yet distinct - a balance of instinct, fury, and heart. Isis, always present, whispered softly in my mind, a calming echo. “You do not have to be what the stories say. You define yourself. Your history does not define who you are, your choices do.” And I believed her. I could be powerful and still choose my own path. I could be rare, marked by prophecy, and still live my life on my own terms. I could embrace the fire, the wind, the ice, the claws, the scales - and yet remain simply me. That night, under the silver light of the moon, I realized something important: destiny might knock at my door, legends might speak my name, but the choice - always - would be mine.

"Isn't it strange that your fated mate could be half way across the world from you? Your pack members who found their mates here might have had to take chosens if they never met their mates." "It was meant to be, they were meant to find their fated mates eventually. One way or another the universe would have shifted and they would have found each other eventually. But I wouldn't have had it any other way." He turned to glance at me, "Coming here now tops the list of the best decisions I've made in my life so far." I smiled, "Since when did you start believing in things meant to be Roman? Do you suddenly believe in destiny now?" "I don't." He turned back to the mirror drying his hair, "I writ

He wiped out the darkness within me and gave me another life as a normal human being. It’s rightly said, ‘Everything is Written. We are mere puppets in the hands of destiny.’ I let out a deep sigh. Who knew what destiny was up to now?