Author Of My Own Destiny 소설 & 이야기

Charlie hadn't done much research on the study of destiny. In the Apocalyptic Book, there was a wealth of miscellaneous knowledge, but it notably lacked explanations about destiny. He used to think that destiny might be like India's caste system, where a high destiny equated to a high caste, meaning a person of high caste only had a high social status, but they didn't inherently possess great strength. People of high caste could still get sick, age, and face various accidents just like anyone else. However, Vera's words suggested that destiny was far more complex than he had imagined.

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Something caught my eye.. "The note...." It's still here? I smiled looking at the note I had written. It was 2 years ago when I read this novel for the first time that I wrote a note and kept it inside the book. I didn't know how amazingly a person can find another and share their whole world with each other. I am still confused how soul mates ever existed but the love between 2 souls is always there and I know for sure I'll have that one day too. That's why I wrote this note. I kept that note inside the book again and flipped it's page too reach the next page but the note slipped out and feel in the floor. I bent down to pick it up but what the saw...... was beyond my expectation... someone

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

You trained yourself for the career you wanted, taking control of your destiny with your own two hands. Who knows? Maybe both ideas are sort of right. Because I never intended on this life. But I certainly claimed my career when I sent my first passenger (Dylan, we were going to name him) to his faraway home with my own two hands. Whether I knew it or not, I chose my career right then and there.

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,

Eli and every other person would easily betray me just to get some favor from Xavier. As the sun began its descent over the horizon, I rode out west, towards the setting sun. I was riding to destiny. "Destiny is not a matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It was not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved." The sages said and I would be flaming damned if I allow myself to be a waiting duck while Alpha Xavier has a field day.

Maybe close to the lake that me and Abby used to play in as pups. I never wanted to be Alpha, and when I was 15 years old, I debated resending my claim to the title. But my mother stopped me. She was so angry for me even mentioning the thought. Anger started to invade my senses; she knew my whole life I wasn’t Abraham’s son. So, who was I? What is my real dad like? And why did she never go to him after the DNA test? I knew I was an alpha’s son, the blood that runs through my veins is an alpha’s blood. My mother was a gamma’s daughter, a fact that she threw in everyone’s face when they questioned her.

I gently ran my fingers over his name written on the tombstone. "But you know I regret that. I wish I had been more confident, f-for you. I'm so sorry. B-Babe it's still painful here. I don't know what to do anymore I even attempted killing myself," I said chuckling and crying at the same time. "I thought it was the right thing to do at that very moment. B-Because I feel like everything is pointless. I didn't know what to think anymore. I'm sorry."

Most whores didn't become a whore because they wanted to — Life made them one. We can't choose our destiny — it was already written. But the only thing we can do is edit, make amends, and shove a middle finger on the face of FATE! "FUCK LIFE, YOU WON!" THIS NOVEL IS WRITTEN BY ME — RF EWELE DAUGHTER OF A CHILD PREDATOR WHO WANTED TO PROVE TO LIFE THAT I DIDN'T CHOOSE MY DESTINY — BUT I CAN EDIT IT TO MY TASTE! Bye for now 💕