Destin Croisé Novels & Stories

I was thinking we go to a river to burn her so she can be clean from all the bad things of the world and reunite with The mother, the Goddess Celena. In Calesien, they believe in the Goddess Celena. The goddess of the moon. They pray to her and they believe if they do good in their lives they will reunite with her and remain joyful watching their loved ones from above. " That would have been amazing but there is no river around here for miles. The nearest river is near Ashton and Alywn's army are probably nearby" Adrian said explaining to Jarvis. Adrian knows the woods here a lot because he comes on various hunting trips in different areas and this happens to be one of the areas he comes hun

He glanced at my angry face with a usual grin on his face. “What? I’m talking to you,” I rolled my eyes. A knock on the door, I opened it, shaking my head, the servant is on the door. I showed him the luggage and he moved with our bags. I also exited with him and guide him to put the bags in the car. We are leaving today, as the destination wedding was the Raigarh Palace, which is booked by Alvin. But due to some issues, the palace wasn’t available on that date. He has chosen a resort for a wedding, Nicky is lucky, also Dii is lucky.

I understand you are very unsure, and it's perfectly fine to be. I want to start the journey of my life from the very bottom with you. I want to reach the pinnacle of this journey only with you. I want to eventuate a haphazard journey and travel through the length of the roads and flow of the rivers, take a road as it comes by without any pronounced destination. Only with you.

Great family fun. "When and where? The day after tomorrow, I have to go to Korea," said Zeline, and her words successfully made Ricard turn his head quickly. "I'm working on a sample of my cosmetics made in Korea, my dear boyfriend. You don't have to glare like that. You can come if you want," Zeline explained when she saw Ricard's face demanding an explanation. "Baccarat Hotel and Residences, tonight at 7 o'clock, you should be there," said Zacco. "Finally, you got into business too. I thought you'd forever be a face painter," Zacco quipped to Zeline.

“You’re the quiet one. No wonder Damien likes you. I always wondered when he started letting his playthings stay this long.” Her smile faded into something colder. “Well, let’s not waste time,” she said, straightening. “I’m Dmitri Vasiliev—but you can call me Miss D. Leader of the Krov Mafia.” Luxian’s eyes narrowed. “Why are we here?” “Simple. I want Damien. We had an agreement—he was going to marry me to unite our groups. King’s Mafia and Krov Mafia… a perfect alliance. Then you showed up.” She pointed at Luxian, then at Ken. “And you got in the way of my plan with Cris.”

I swam as fast as i could,to reach the safety of dry land. Upon reaching the dry land, I gently placed Destiny on the sandy ground. She was still breathing, but the ordeal had taken a toll on her, and she had consumed a lot of water. I leaned down, placing my lips on hers, drawing out the water from her body. After some time, she began to cough, coughing out water she had swallowed. Her limbs were wounded, and she was in need of medical attention. Weakly, she looked at me, a faint smile on her face.

It gotten so far that have to fight with the pain that have to endure with its unbearing jab of pins that will repeatedly het him losing his control with a 50-50 lifeline if he tries. He cosed his eyes tightly and sighed after he decided to do it for his last week. Destino have to focus with his first mission, it is for stopping Frando of what he was planning to do—taking over the Crestile after he vanished for more decades. He glared one last time after folding the letter back to itself and inrested it under the small treasure chest that he have place at the left side corner of his closet.

I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “I’m torn between feeling happy that you’re protecting me and sad that you have such a low opinion of your own husband,” he expressed, sipping his champagne. I still gave him a sed look. Dylan leaned in closer, his movements deliberate, and asked, “What’s the name of this hotel, Daisy?” Struggling to recall, I glanced around and noticed the name written on a nearby tissue paper. “Né de l’océan,” I replied, aware that my pronunciation wasn’t perfect.

Lola walked around the mansion not sure what she was even looking for the last thing on her mind was escaping. The only time she tried to escape Diego had taken her on a ride she watched the people on the streets who carried one weapon on the other some trading on different things she was sure wasn't legal. They came to the end of the ride and Lola looked at the large expansion of waters realizing they were on an island.

Maybe it’s fate that is bringing us together. “Croix, do you believe in fate?” I asked him. “No I don’t. I believe we create our own destinies.” He said. What a weird way to put this but I’m still going with what I think. I believe that we were destined to be together. We arrive and Croix steps down. I reached out and I held him tight. The kind of grip that never leaves. Waking backwards towards the shower, I pull him along with one hand. The addict in him has me succumbing to reckless want. I grip the back of my wet shirt pulling it over my head and he does too. I reach up, grabbing the side of his neck and pulling his mouth to mine.