Poems Of Destiny Novels & Stories

My mate, my destiny, awaits. I pray to the moon I am not too late as I go to claim my fate, just as the moon intended all those years ago. My mate, my destiny, awaits forevermore.

Destiny is limit set; you are above any limit. That’s the magnitude of thee. That’s the resemblance of divinity in thee. You do not counter self when self needs thee. You are the wise lot; you be wise a lot. Wisdom speaks through deeds, through ways, not in the art. The strong incline in begging. Why fold thy hands? Why bow to beg? You can create misfit. You can be, but how now can you be a fit?

he looked at the camera and continued, “Thanks buddy. This song is a little payback for what you have done for me that day and… I will always remember our encounter.” “Now we wanna meet that person too! Just last request, will you sing a few lines for everyone?” Chen nodded and recited his favorite part, Oh every time I see you… When I see your eyes, My heart keeps fluttering You're my destiny… The only person I want to protect Until the end of the world… Don't leave me… Even if we can't see our futures, Will you believe in me and wait for me? My one and only Have I ever told you

Fate decided to put you next to me again, but knowing whose daughter you were took me away from you, and even when my mind refused to accept my feelings for you, my heart remained devoted to your life, it never stopped beating for you, until the last moment, you will remain the reason to live for. I don't know why destiny is in charge of giving you tests that you will fail, I think it is mocking you when you are close to achieving what you wanted, and I wonder what is the point of giving you hope and then taking it away? He sends you the sun and the clouds to cover you later, he sends you roses and thorns in their stems to prick you later, he sends you the sunset and then the night to hide y

I asked Belinda to transfer all my appointments from today to Monday. Going eyes one of my drawers, at the bottom, I found a heart pendant that my mother gave me when I turned 15. It was actually a gift from my father, my mother had always said that he had left it with her and was to give it to me when I turned 15. I never used it. I decided I would take it with me, inside my purse. Thoughtful, I went to the balcony of the room to get some air, on the street there was no movement, only children leaving with their parents, and Ruth and Camilo, an elderly couple who were putting the garbage on the street, they live here longer than me.

Have you ever felt like today’s your last day on this planet? As if you had committed a major sin and you would get executed for it? That was exactly how I felt at this moment, except I didn’t know what my sin was. The Devil walked towards me stealthily with a deadly expression on his face which absolutely terrified my soul. And I knew I was doomed. He stopped at an arm’s length from me. I gathered the last pieces of courage I had and asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you angry?”

“Not just as a broken girl. Not even as the heir to a forgotten throne. But as what you created. The ghost you failed to destroy. The storm you thought you could chain.” Destiny hasn’t abandoned me. No—she’s sharpening her blades. Circling like a predator through time, waiting for the right moment. And when it comes, when the stars align and the moon dares rise again—I won’t just fight. I’ll end him.

~DESTINY LAND~ A loud thunderbolt was heard when Choice was reading her magazine of fairies and she flinched. She started looking for Destiny who had been working with her manuscripts since the morning. Dark and ominous clouds started hovering over the fairyland. Choice let her eyes wander here and there and found Destiny sitting in the garden working with her manuscripts. The red ink that Destiny used to write ‘fate’ with was flowing out of the pen and was getting refilled from the nearby plant of ‘fate berries.’ Suddenly there appeared a word that left Destiny shocked. So shocked that she didn’t even react to Choice calling her continuously.

Destiny has a lot of names, fate, future, divine decree, gods will. Some people say it's karma and some say it’s just coincidences. I never believed in any of those but after that day I didn’t know what to say. I just want to say one thing that I learned from things that happened after that day, you will have to scatter all the pieces first if you want to assemble the jigsaw puzzle perfectly. Life or fate or whatever you want to call it, it has a beautiful way of smearing paint on the canvas only to make an extraordinary piece of art.