Destiny Whitlock Now Romane & Geschichten

"Hollis told me everything...I'm so sorry, Cali. Please let me know if there's anything I can do...I know it doesn't change things...but I'm here regardless." "Thanks, Ken. I-I love you..." Whitney sniffled, still trying to dry the tears that just kept coming. At least she'd had enough sense not to put makeup on today. Aside from her usual fashionable way of dressing, the dark haired girl was sporting a very au natural look. Complete with crazy hair and blood shot eyes. Not that it mattered to anyone who'd been around her lately. In their eyes, Whitney was just as beautiful as she'd always been. It just crushed them to see her so lost.

“I wouldn’t change anything if it meant losing you.” Titan leans down to kiss her lips. “I would never give you up either.” They hold each other as the stars glitter above them. In the final moments as the screen fades to black we reflect on what could have been. Whit died in prison for his crimes as justice demands. He was never reborn. When he arrived in the afterlife he looked for Selene. In fact she had been waiting for him too. “Send me back,” Whit demands. “I can’t. The game is cancelled by Zeus himself, I can’t override him,” Selene cries in weakness.

* A polished anchor spoke over B-roll footage, Destiny at a charity gala last month, elegant and untouchable in emerald silk; Destiny at the press conference announcing her CEO role, poised and commanding; Destiny’s face on every screen in the city. “…the reclusive daughter of founder Lowell Morgan has remained out of the spotlight for years. But sources close to the firm say her recent rise may be overshadowed by rumors of an affair with a married subordinate. Details are scarce, but the whispers are growing louder…” Photos flashed: Destiny at events, professional headshots, nothing explicit. But the implication was clear. Destiny’s face went still. Too still. “What the fuck is this?” she w

“Yes, pity for that pitiful face you put on, but that won’t help you now. What do you think happens when the former General is cured and no longer needs to lie to himself with your stories?” I go quiet, because the uncertainty spears me too. I know the answer. “Exactly what you’re thinking.” For the first time, she smiles, and it’s not pleasant. It drips malice. “Mr. Whitlock will be the all-powerful General again, and he won’t even remember you exist. Leave with dignity while you can.” She lands the final blow and slips into the room, where everyone is… except me. They don’t let me see him that day. Or the next.

After a long busy week, Director Jamie's team and staff have finally finished their filming at Daltine University. Just like what Director Jamie had said, she has a list of celebrities who are enough to replace Kelly from her role. Director Jamie contacted a young celebrity called Anne and offered her the role, which she happily accepted.

it whispered Her door burst open, Micheal Gordon rushing in "Were you hurt by the earthquake?!" Came his voice seemingly faraway "Dalia!, Dalia!" he calls shaking her Her mind raced, faraway from him and his voice, her mind wondering just what the fuck was going on †† Axel Stone He watched his twin brother, his body reacting too the pull of her, their goddess's power causing their cocks to stir "She's close" Darren said "You feel it too don't you?" "you know I fucking do" He said breathily "she needs us!"

Not knowing what to do, he hugged her shaky frame. 'Shh!Shh! I am here, I am here.' And somehow her shaking stopped. It was a night of realisation for the beast, a night to completely change the Game Of Destiny. ***** *****

She was not his lifeline. Emily had decided. She was done, for good this time. She was no longer going to entertain his shenanigans. She was no longer going to fall for his lies and his tricks. She was freeing herself from the power he had over her, the power that made her do his bidding even when it hurt her. She could do it. She had people who actually loved her and wanted the best for her, like Julie and her parents. She would be alright, she would survive. Who knew? Maybe she would find someone who would love her, someone to date.

Deke said, his eyes still on his phone. The waitress left, and Whitney lifted her coffee mug with two hands, taking in as much warmth as possible. Her body was fine, but her soul was cold. What was going on? Less than a day ago, she was on the trail of a pop-up nightclub. Now, she was possibly running for her life. "What's going on, Deke?" His gaze flicked up to her, his dark eyes growing even darker. "I'm not sure, Whitney." That might have been the first honest thing he'd ever said to her, and it was more telling than anything else he'd shared.

Kristina is hesitant but she answered yes already since there will be no heights anymore. ________