Destiny's Son Novels & Stories

"But destiny has taken a turn, Mr. Bradford. You've learned that you have a daughter, so you should make the most of your time to spend with her while you can." "You make it sound like I'm dying, and that's not the case," Jack smiled. "I'm in good health for my age." "But you know there are enemies trying to sabotage that," Mr. Min reminded him. Jack let out a heavy sigh. He was right. In the past year, he had already faced two assassination attempts from enemies his father had left behind before his death. "Well, let's not dwell on bitter subjects. There's no need to dwell on the times I've cheated death," Jack said.

All I ever dreamt to pursue my masters's degree at Cambridge and start a new life somewhere far from this city which only gave me deep scars to remember but like I said, destiny always played dirty tricks on me. I never imagined in my wildest dream that the old Mr. Henry Ashton would propose a marriage between his grandson and me.I only helped him when his blood pressure dropped after the Sunday prayer at the Church.I was present in the church's cemetery to spend some time with my deceased parents when I spotted him sweating and asking for help.I just gave him some water and stayed with him until security guards came to take him to the hospital. My destiny was written at the very moment. Las

I had just finished my night shift and was eating tacos at a roadside stand when my phone suddenly buzzed. "Are you Kevin Weston's father?" "Please come to the Southvale police station. Kevin smashed the windshield of a luxury car parked by the road. The owner is demanding 50,000 dollars in compensation!" The officer's stern voice came through the phone. I froze. The taco I had just picked up with my fork slipped right back onto my plate. "Officer, you must have the wrong person. My son drowned and died three years ago. We even have his death certificate." But the officer clearly didn't believe me. He flipped through some records and continued, "You're Justin Weston, a security guard at the

No wonder, after Felicity died last time, he wanted me to pay with my life. Everyone in the room stared at me, startled by my maniacal laughter. Sarah gently patted my back, worried I had been pushed too far. "Don't worry. Even if you're not part of the Castros, you've got us. We won't abandon you." Warmth spread through my chest, and I slowly steadied myself. Then I looked straight at Joe. "Did you ever take a DNA test?" He froze. "Dad did one with Felicity. Isn't that enough?"

Only lord knows. After seven months our son, Zachery Noah Addario was born. He is a total carbon copy of me. He only has his father’s grey eyes. Other than that he is totally me with straight black hair and face structure. Fortunately, Cece took a great liking to him. She is really possessive of her siblings, family on the whole actually. Daniel says she will make a great Luna, maybe even an alpha.

And he would only get stronger. Destiny is a funny thing. All his life Village Head Fan tried to keep his son away from the battlefield. All his life he kept the boy cooped up, preferring to leave him in the dark about the affairs of the village and the trials that were definitely going to come. Yet today he had let the boy go. He had returned Durandal to its owner. His son now stood here, on what was possibly the biggest stage either of them had ever been on, full of power and pride.

Our eyes lock for a moment and I almost think my jig is up but she looks away and for the rest of the interview, doesn't look at me anymore. I thought that was all the day would hold, but then this happens. "Destiny!" The first time I see my son in person, he's running into another woman's arms. Jack throws himself into Destiny's hold and I look away because I can't stand the sight of my blue eyes looking at Destiny so adoringly. My nails dig into my palm hard enough to draw blood as I hear them talk but I keep my cool. I am a ruthless warrior, and I will not be defeated by some orphan barren Luna.

“Then do it. Fire me right now. Call security. Have them drag me out in front of everyone. I won’t fight it. But know this: you can destroy my career, my reputation, my future. You can make me disappear. But you can’t unmake the fact that he’s my son. Half his DNA is mine. Half his story started with us. And no amount of power you have will change that.” The words landed like stones in still water. Ripples spread through the bullpen, whispers, wide eyes, phones discreetly angled. Destiny felt heat flood her face. Not just anger. Something deeper, uglier. A flash of the old pull, the way his voice used to soften when he talked about their future. The way he’d once looked at her like she was t

I’ll come after you. Lovingly, Father Heri Destino was happy to read a wholehearted letter from his father after years of being apart from each other. He really misses them so much, but he just have to force himself not to involve his personal affairs with the catastrophe he just choose for himself as he think for something better than things unsolved. He closed his eyes and inhale, feeling the perch of the cool breeze on his skin. “When did you have this?” He asked and fold it thrice back to its original self again.

Destiny said, “Des Des is not a brat. She is a cute princess Callahan.” The old woman was shocked. The girl had all the Callahan genes. But who was she? She asked Damien, “Who is this girl and why does she look like you and Caleb?” Damien answered, “Grandma, she is Destiny Callahan. She is dad and summer’s daughter. She is three years old and today is her birthday and she came to meet me.”