Do You Believe In Destiny Novels & Stories

I asked uncertainly, "Or are you saying this just to convince me of something?" "If someone had asked me if I believed in destiny half an hour ago, my answer would have been a resounding 'no,'" he laughed, his hand gently caressing mine, "But as I walked along the beach and found you sitting practically in the same spot where we first met a few months ago... Well, that proved that destiny does exist, and it's trying to tell us something."

Eloise, if you’re reading this, it means I’m dead. And if I’ve learned anything about the dead, it’s that they can say far more than the living will ever be able to say. I’m sorry for the harm I caused you and your loved ones, but it was part of my mission. And that mission was written in prophecy and in the stars. I know it will sound like cheap propaganda, but believing in me is tied to believing in destiny, and, strange as it may seem, destiny itself recruited me to be an instrument of its movements.

My face looks scary and sad. I splash water on my face but there is no improvement, there is no colour in my cheeks, I stand there for almost half an hour staring at myself. They always say their is destiny. And in the end destiny will always play it's part no matter what. She'll get well. She's destined to be. To hell with the medicines and injections, destiny will come in and play it's role. Isn't that what santa always said. I walk out of the bathroom and find the morgue attendant pushing this big tray together with doctors. I look close and it's the area where mama was.

(1 Peter 3: 9 NIV) But to me, the story has a different meaning. The story just forces me to point out that everyone has a destiny. Either fated or ill-fated. That means you can't meet someone for no reason. They all came with a reason. It's either they are a blessing or a lesson.

Maybe the Moon really did know best, and it brought all those into my life at a time I needed them the most and all these wolves had a part to play in my destiny. As I led my mate deeper into the trees, I shook off such crazy thoughts. Mom had been the one to believe in destiny, and that everyone had a purpose in this life. She was the spiritual one who believed a person could rewrite their story into a happier one and change their luck with the power of positive thinking and being open minded. But she had not gotten a happy ending for herself and no amount of praying to any God or higher power had saved her while she laid dying in my arms on the side of the road. I would not get a happy end

I couldn’t even get my thoughts straight. “Do you believe in destiny, Miss Rebecca?” I was so tempted to say yes, but I hardly restrained myself. “I used to believe before this terrible thing happened to me, but now I feel like fate is playing so many tricks on me” “Or perhaps you’re messing with destiny. Think about it... you were in a terrible situation, almost getting killed, but somehow you beat the odds and made it through” “I will not take credit alone. It all was with your help, you mean”

If Jaz's telling earlier is true, then why would he still put effort into contacting Jaz? "There is nothing to cut off, Dad, because we have been friends since the start. Maybe he calls to say something about school. Aside from that, I can't think of another reason. Please, Dad, you can trust me with this. I am not running away from this fixed marriage. You have destined me up.." I don't know what to feel or think about Jaz's words. I'm mixing up now which one is true and not.

Nike She almost laughed at how shamelessly Infinitus supported his Golden daughters, what a father, unrelenting and unwilling to accept the fact that his daughters had well passed their glory days, even in his slumber, his fingers toyed with very looms of fate', manipulating destiny so that they found themselves at the same place and at the same time. It simply was nothing short of being pathetic, all he was simply achieving was leading the lambs to her slaughterhouse, what a destiny!, to lose and to be conquered in every single lifetime, it was almost sad and pitiful to kill them. Almost being the key word.

I shyly replied. “Do you have the plan to become a college instructor someday?” “I don’t know yet, Sir. Whatever destiny leads me, I will just follow it.” “Destiny is what we choose. When you choose to be poor, that is what your destiny brings. When you choose to be happy and rich and become successful, then that is how you create your destiny, right?” “Even if we don’t choose death?”

I've been thinking about our conversation earlier, about how she doesn't want to lose our friendship cause it's the only good thing she has right now. Yeah, so here's the thing.... It's not gonna work out. Our friendship is bound to fail one way or the other. "You mean like destiny or some shit?" He blows out smoke. "Yeah, like destiny." I nod. "Some people will bring meaning to your life and some will bring the kind of pain that will later turn into a lesson so yeah, I believe in destiny." He responds, lifting the joint back to his lips. I sigh, leaning back in my chair, "So where am I supposed to put her?" I mutter more to myself.