Discipline Is Destiny Novels & Stories

"Good for you, is you and another lady with her terms from another branch that they transfer to that place because two of you are hardworking, so with what they said two of you will join together as one not that in separate and you will be ruling that place together" "No problem sir, once that she is a lady like me and hardworking, we will like each other and work very well" "As you said, so how did you want to do it in packing your loads, you know that is tomorrow so how?" "May be everybody will pack what he or she have in the office with them today and tomorrow we will meet at the headquarters" "That will good then, but we will miss you and your terms" "We too sir, am going sir" she stood

Twenty minutes later, he came back down. "They want me to move in," he said, grabbing a towel to help me dry. "Of course they do. You have muscles and you let them win." He smirked. "Maybe. But also... maybe they just need someone." I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My throat tightened again. "You do everything on your own, Jane. How do you even manage?" "I don’t have a choice," I whispered. "When no one shows up, you learn to show up for yourself."

She showed me books about Corey and his family, literally starting from the first edition to the last book and what shocked me wasn't the fact that Corey's parents weren't always mafia, they had a decent job and made an honest living, something happened that caused them to change and their lifestyle made them and Corey accept a life of crimes. Being Mafia lords and ladies, the last Mafia lady before Corey died and Corey stands to take the olden gem of the last Mafia lady, that gem doesn't just signify the next heir, it provides royalty and compels the other families to bow down and worship the supreme lord, which is Corey.

"You had no legal authority to interfere. Dad must have had good reasons, I'm sure. He's the male, and he has the authority to discipline his mate in any way he deems fit." "Are you fucking kidding me?" Jake was taken aback by what he had just heard. "Dude, you folks need to get out of the Middle Ages. Your father cannot treat his mate or anyone like that." Destiny abruptly stated, "He's not my father," and then took a long breath. "Mom, is he ?" The room was deafeningly quiet. Chris was taken aback and stared at her in disbelief. As he stared at his mother, an expression of sheer repulsion slowly came across his face.

“No. While every other supernatural being may have biological parents, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you do not have biological parents. You were placed on this earth as a way to tame and control the imperfections that were created and to rule over kingdoms. It is prophesized that you would be the most charming, charismatic, and loving being in the world that you would not be able of corruption. To make sure this is the case, when you were placed onto the earth, you were put through a series of tests which would have shifted the personality of any regular imperfect being. These tests, although unnecessary, are usually everyday struggles that humans face. Due to the fact that s

Ben called in an urging manner. Bryan pursed his lips and spoke in a serious tone “Dana, I will recall the ban, but you need to remember we are first and foremost responsible for ourselves, our family and the people who rely on us. Misplaced mercy can only be digging our own grave. Sometimes, we need to strike where it hurts to wake someone who is pretending to sleep."

Sex with your soul mate, a lupus garou, was nothing short of magical. Once more, Darien’s hot gaze raced over her. His body yearned for her with a desperation she could identify with, and she longed to heighten the sensation by shouting for another climax. Yet he restrained her, claiming and possessing her in order to make her his for as long as they both lived. She adored what it meant to be a lupus garou: the intensity of their passion, their unbreakable link that was greater than their familial one, and their insatiable desire.

I picked up my pen and started scribbling on that piece of paper. "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!!" I smiled at my own words thinking that this might sound funny when you don't even know what actual love is. I smiled at my foolishness but not wanting to throw away that piece of paper I stuffed it inside that book and closed it.

He can almost hear the old correct answer begging to be used. He leaves the sentence where it is. Michael gathers the reports slowly, one stack at a time, as if order can be restored by aligning paper. “You think this is freedom,” he says. “It is not. Freedom without discipline is collapse.” “Discipline without truth is just obedience.” Michael’s eyes lift.

And yet, amid the warmth of his embrace, Cindy’s earlier claim echoed once more: That man in front of you is our destiny. Destiny. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, crashing into every part of me and stealing the air from my lungs. It wasn’t just fleeting emotion or a sudden spark of affection—it was something profound, ancient, and undeniable. This was far greater than the fragile connections I had known before. This was destiny itself, an unbreakable bond crafted by the hands of the Moon Goddess, stretching across time and space to bring us together.