Destined To Die Young Novels & Stories

However, I saw my eventual death at the age of sixteen – I didn’t know what to do. I did my best to avoid it, however, there are just some things that the goddess wants to really happen – and maybe one of those is my death. I sigh – I didn’t want to think of this at the dusk of dawn, however, I couldn’t help it. Earlier, I saw my whole life flash before my eyes – the children that were with me… the deaths I saw, I’m pretty sure I was the only one who survived out of ‘that’ place. “Ah,” I shook my thoughts off as I slapped myself – “You can’t think of bad things now, you’re almost past twenty!”

he said sarcastically. "And you have such great power yet you can't use it" he tsk, throwing Junes head to the side and slowly walked up to me. "It's to bad you are dying today and the legacy of your forefathers won't continue.. you are dying today FINAL DESTINATION " he smirked.

Now, I believe he is too dense not to get that. “ It—This is her…destiny… ” He groans, his arms lax beside him. He is trying to make peace by not fighting back, but it’s all the same for me. I don’t show mercy to someone even if they wave the white flag. It’s not in my ruthless blood to take pity on others. “ Destiny? ” My fingers flex around his throat, letting him take in a choking breath. “ If destiny was something that truly existed, then mine was to die young. But I am still alive. And I am sure I ruined every stupid plan the Gods made. ”

“Everyone rode out to check on you and Bobby. It will be a while before the fire brigade tell them that you aren’t in the building. By then, it will be too late.” My heart sank. “You set fire to my building?” He didn’t answer. “Get out the car, Gem, or the next person I’ll shoot will be your baby.” “I hope Gent kills you. I hope he peels the skin from your fucking bones.” Young Blood chuckled. “So do I Gem, so do I.” It hit me then. Young Blood wanted to die. This wasn’t just a revenge spree. It was his suicide. He never expected to get out of this alive, which made him even more dangerous because he had nothing to lose.

I winked as we walked to the coach. “Ok but let’s not forget about you.” She said We piled a movie and were laying on the couch. She was lying with her head on my chest and a leg over my waist. I put a blanket over us so she was covered since she was still in a skirt. She was asleep quick. I remembered Uncle Tim saying to g****e her name so I pulled out my phone. Once I hit search the articles came folding on the screen. Two dead in drunk driving accident. One survivor after being taken to hospital.

He smirked and continued to laugh. "What are you useless people still standing there for? Don't rush to kill him for me." The juniors were terrified by the violent scene before their eyes, but the big brother gave the order, and they had to rush forward, raising their weapons, shouting in unison, and charging toward the young man. "Go to hell!" "Ah!" It turns out that it was all just a dream. It had been a long time since I had that dream. The boy in the dark alley was like a devil, cruel and cunning, with a crazed smile always on his lips. He was scary but full of intrigue, lingering in my mind.

He did not have much longer to live. This realization caused an unexpected impact on me, a mixture of dissatisfaction and discouragement that I didn't understand, but that perhaps was caused by the fact that it would be a damned tumor that would finish him off and not me. I looked at him again and, for a brief fraction of a second, I was invaded by a mixture of pity and something else that I couldn't identify. But then I remembered Juliane, the fact that he had taken his life with the sole purpose of incriminating me. That being before me was nothing more than a soulless monster and that tumor was nothing compared to what he deserved.

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

"In my next life, I want to be your son again." "Stop talking nonsense!" she shook her head, her tears dripping onto his face. "You are going to make it, do you hear me?" He nodded, even though he could already see his ending. Noah once told him there was no use fighting destiny. They were born in The Flats and would die in The Flats because that's just how things were for people like them.

“Why is that?” “I hate it when they say that when you were inside the womb of your mother, your fate has already been established. For example, I was fated to fall in love with a rich guy or I’m fated to die after birth. Yes, my fate has already been drawn but I’m the only one who can change it. Why do you suddenly ask about it?” “Do you believe in unexpected fate?” My forehead wrinkled as I face him. he glanced at me before turning her gaze on the road. “What do you mean by unexpected fate?”