Destiny's Son Novels & Stories

Embracing her I was confused. “What do you mean?!” Muttering incoherently I was having difficulty trying to understand what she was saying. Grabbing her forearm I shook her slightly. “Calm down and speak with me slowly,” I growled. Inhaling deeply and then exhaling in pants she started to relax. “Destiny's father demanded that Conri wed his daughter because she loves him and no other man will desire her now. Conri refused him and told him that he found his mate so he has been challenged. Destiny's father is huge like those moon council guards,” she sobbed.

Several nurses passing by saw him and couldn't help whispering among themselves. "That's the man who sent his own son for illegal human mods and got him killed, right?" "I heard he lost his mind afterward. He comes here every day, looking for his son." When Dad overheard them, he abruptly stood up and glared at them. "Quit that nonsense! My Callum is well and alive! He was just being a good boy and went to donate blood for Ryland! He'll be back soon!" The nurses were so startled by his outburst that they quickly hurried away.

“Destin, where are you?” Jade called his daughter. “Here,” a small voice answered. Jade walked into the living room and saw his daughter lying on the floor scribbling on paper. Jade crouched down and looked at the drawing his daughter made and asked, “What demons are you drawing?” Destin’s head snapped up and she glared at him and said, “Daddy it not monster, it my papa.” “Urgh,” Jade sighed as he got up and picked Destin up as well and grumbled, “It looks like a damn octopus, not a wolf my child.”

He hugged the baby as much as he could because that was his link to Scott. Two years later they got the shock of their lives when a message was sent and Alexis found out Mandy and her step dad were still alive. Destiny was three now and Scott Jr. was two and looked a lot like his daddy. He had Scott's features, hair and personality that made everyone happy. He also called Scott's picture daddy.

JAMES Father stumbled away from me but regained his balance fast. “You’re going to regret this, Son. You always do.” He nodded at Destiny. “Be smart. Take the money and run.” “I don’t need you to manage my life. I am done. Destiny and I will manage.” I held out my hand to her. She was pale as milk, and at that moment I felt like crashing my fist into his face for shaking her up like that. She looked like she was about to faint. But she took my hand, and I pulled her in underneath my arm.

" Damn it, she caught him. He was acting like Nav, not like Dhiraj. He chewed slowly a forkful of succulent, rosemary-flavored meat, lingering while he thought about what to say. This conversation interested him, so he resolved to give Dhiraj a brother like Nav. “I'm the eldest, and yes, nickname-wise, I'm the good son. "How, in fact, Nav had even been rejecting the parents' plans. “My brother is the black sheep. He had never told Kat much about his upbringing. If she only knew he had left behind wealth and privilege to be, essentially, a penniless artist, perhaps you would find him mad. Or feel sorry for him. But now, like Dhiraj, he could tell the story from outside, through

My lungs burn, my ribs scream in protest, but none of it matters. I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Sterling isn’t just playing games anymore. This isn’t about business. This is personal. And I swear to God, if he’s taken my son— I’ll kill him with my bare hands.

With that I pushed him so hard that he fell on the ground, I ran to the door only to bump into all of his men, they stood at the door, their gaze cold as they stared at my son. "You cannot outrun this, destiny has already been decided. It has been ordained by the moon goddess that the son of Alpha Chase will be his downfall. I will use the son to kill the father" With that he drew out his sword and came towards me when I rushed to the window, I was going to jump down but the height would injure my son, he might even die from it.

"Your son smashed your car himself, why should I compensate? Your son smeared paint on my daughter's hair, I haven't even settled the score with you yet, and you're asking me to drop out of school? I think you should be the one to withdraw from school." "Who saw my son smear paint on your daughter's hair?" Vivan whooshed to his feet. "What do you think, Master Dustin?" Randi stared at Dustin. Dustin had his head held high with a haughty face, but when he saw Randi's sharp eyes, he was a little timid. "Dustin, tell them you haven't done it!" Vivan wrapped her arms around her son and said aggressively, "Don't worry, Mommy's here, no one can falsely accuse you."

It wasn’t gone—it just slept too, like a dragon under a mountain. Lucas stood behind me, voice low. “He’s destined for something, Selina. I can feel it in his blood.” I looked at our son, the little boy who’d destroyed a god and still asked to play outside. “Then we’ll make sure destiny doesn’t break him before he’s ready.” Lucas’s hand settled on my shoulder. “And if it tries?” “Then it’ll learn who his parents are.” He chuckled softly, the sound more human than anything I’d heard all morning. Then he leaned down, kissed the top of my head, and whispered, “For his sake, I hope destiny knows mercy. Because I don’t.”