Destiny Like Novels & Stories

she asked, shaking the silky material a little. "Yes, it's lovely. You really know my taste flora" i said with a wink and she blushed. "White is my favourite" i added. i have always loved white because it matches with my beautiful long white hair. My name is Destiny and I will be turning 18 tomorrow. I am the only daughter and princess of cloud kingdom. My dad is a worrior, a powerful fighter and he always tells me that i will be a great warrior and princess and to always use my power for good.

I smiled and picked up the notes and started reading it. "I do believe in soulmates, and also believe that you cannot find them overnight. I believe that compatibility between two individuals will never exist. You have to make a soul mate over the years through a companionship that passes through agreement, disagreement, adjustment and forgiving each other and finally accepting them as they are. I believe we have to make our soulmates, not find them!!" These words were so meaningful yet so confusing.... It somehow gave a meaning to my question but also left me in a Delima...How will I make a soul mate.. isn't people supposed to like them and accept them as they are.?!!.......

The more he observed, the more he sensed the delicate balance between the ordinary and the mystical. As they walked, Darius couldn't help but steal glances at John. John was unlike anyone Darius had ever met. He carried a unique scent, both new and familiar, like a song you couldn't quite place. The scent wrapped around Darius and his bear, evoking a strange feeling, almost like a distant memory from when he believed in stories about fate, mates, and destiny. Could fate be playing tricks on him? The thought lingered in his mind as he grappled with the idea.

Amèliä told her with a sigh. Majesta thought on that for a little while, then finally looked at her. Really looked at her, it was amazing the way she looked like Majesta. Many things set them apart, but from a distance you would mistake her for Majesta. It was weird to look at her and know that she might be related to her some way or another. “I think he keeps you because you look like me. I have a weird feeling that you are part of my family, way in the past but still blood.” Majesta didn't know how she hadn't seen it before.

I paused, then deliberately teased, "Yeah, the way you take care of me, protect me, and make me feel safe is the same as when I was with Anastasia." She studied me quietly with her deep eyes, but the corner of her mouth lifted in a faint smile. "Maybe I'm just like Anastasia." Then she tied the strings of my hat under my chin, as if her cryptic comment had been nothing more than an offhand remark. I froze in place, my chest jolted. What did she mean by that?

I stand alone in the clearing and listen to my heart pounding steadily as happiness blooms in my chest. If Destiny survived a blade, there's no way she can survive a witch.

Destiny is a dangerous word. --- It sounds like certainty. --- Like something already written. --- Already decided. --- But the truth— --- Is heavier than that. --- Because destiny… --- Is not what is meant to happen. --- It is what you choose to carry. --- The world moved again. --- Not breaking. --- Not collapsing. --- Becoming. --- Every choice echoing outward— --- Shaping something still unfinished. --- And at the center of it— --- They remained.

My face looks scary and sad. I splash water on my face but there is no improvement, there is no colour in my cheeks, I stand there for almost half an hour staring at myself. They always say their is destiny. And in the end destiny will always play it's part no matter what. She'll get well. She's destined to be. To hell with the medicines and injections, destiny will come in and play it's role. Isn't that what santa always said. I walk out of the bathroom and find the morgue attendant pushing this big tray together with doctors. I look close and it's the area where mama was.

Nothing will go wrong after this fake session. Unfortunately, she didn’t know that her spontaneous action would be leading her into another disaster afterwards.