Destiny's Son Novels & Stories

Maybe not ever. He’s Moonstone. A son of the Alpha who kidnapped their daughter. The former promised mate of Grace Nightshade. And now? He’s my mate. The father of the child growing inside me. I stand off to the side, arms crossed tightly over my chest, willing my face to remain unreadable. But the bond on my neck betrays me. It hums with awareness, reacting to him, like a fire refusing to die. Declan’s voice breaks the silence, sharp, firm, and low. “You want to stay here. On our land?”

“The Dancotta?” Celeste gasps, her eyes so wide they look like they might fall right out of her skull. “How can you think of such a thing?" “Dante.” His father’s baritone silences the noise. Eyes turn to him with weights of expectation, as if pleading with him to reverse what Dante had said. Andre walks towards him, face grim. “Have you figured out a way to return?” Dante says nothing. “You know what they said,” his father adds more quietly, like he’s stepping across fragile glass. “They’ll kill us all if we ever set foot on that land.”

Mom always told me, "Your stomach's weak, you can't handle too much of it." It wasn't until much later that I understood — it wasn't that I couldn't eat it. She just didn't want to give me any. My voice came out cold. "I'm not going." Her tears spilled over all at once. "Ryan, how did you turn into this? That's your father!" I looked at her. "Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'"

Other members of his family, including his brother, had the other gift that was normal, healing. They never needed to go to a hospital or visit the clinic. If they ever got shot or injured, it would heal on its own in a matter of seconds. But on the other hand was Alexander, he could be bleeding his organs out and would just not feel the pain. That made him be trained differently from the others. He needed more strength if he was going to defend himself. And it was that same trait that made his father hate him so much.

Female is nothing more than the hole to fuck and bear their children. His daughter will be the same too but for some other man which he will choose. He entered the room and saw Liam watching out of the window of the room while lying down on his bed. His son's eyes were shedding tears. He had to be strong for his son. His son will be alright. He will hire the best doctor for him. He had to be alright. He is the heir of the Knights Enterprises. "Liam" he called out sadly. His son turned his face and looked at him with tears falling down his face.

Deep in her heart, she knows something not good happened to Jaz. # # # # "Where are you taking me? Drake! My Dad is dying in the hospital. He needs me. What the hell are you planning to do?!" Jaz was desperate, struggling with Drake, twisting the stirring wheel. "Stay put! Behave if you still want to see our son.." Drake threatens her with a gun, pointing at her head. Jaz began to feel hopeless and vulnerable at the moment. Drake took Jaz to unfamiliar places, like an abandoned one far from the city and people.

He screamed like a little girl, his eyes widening in realisation, that his coffin awaited. “Son, li-listen, let us talk. Please! We can talk this out!” He begged, his corwadice nature coming out of the closet with just one stab on the hand. I turned a deaf ear. It was best he realised that his stupid whining was not going to help him. It was destiny. His time on this earth had come to an end. I proceeded to stab the other hand that stood shakingly thanks to the handcuff, he could not hid it away from me. “This was the one that touched my woman, isn’t it? You seemed so brave a while ago, what happened to you!” I laughed like a maniac at his pain.

I trusted Jesse with my life and his son, Jax Sterling, was the brother I never had. I wasn’t the greatest person but I’m me. I’m the future Sire of this lair and I would do everything within my power to protect my people, all of my people. I had no qualms about killing or shedding blood, it was part of my being as much as I was.

One has nothing to do with life, living like a corpse only breathing with the pain in heart. Another one has everything still the peace is missing from his life waiting to repent for the sin he committed unintentionally. For what he should repent? Moreover how will they change their fate, amend their destiny when they are only mere player in the game of destiny that too when it is a cruel game of destiny? To know more read this book 'Game Of Destiny' journey of the Beauty and her selfish beast. Disclaimer : This book is purely fictional. All the characters are imaginary. The content doesn't support any kind of crime and abuse.

He was very interested to see how Josh was going to handle this situation. Giovanni saw this as Josh’s chance to prove whether he truly embodied the De La Cruz legacy or not. He had been having doubts on whether Josh would fit into the family business or not. And although Josh's actions here wouldn't prove if he fit in, they would still show what type of person he was. ‘Let’s go, Josh. Show me how you deal with enemies… the De La Cruz way,’ Giovanni thought, silently urging his grandson to act, his gaze cold and expectant.