Trumping My Tragic Destiny Novels & Stories

’ my barely available subconscious mind spoke and I too ignored it. “You can take time to make your decision, Okay. Now leave and come back tomorrow at the same time and we will go shopping for you since your dressing sense won’t match the type of girl, I told mom about.” He was so sure of my answer that I wanted to kick him again but I kept my head down and just walked out of his place and didn’t make any argument later on. I need to decide, and I think I seem to have made one bad decision of working which caused me all the troubles I am having. This isn’t destiny, this is all decisions. Fate is stupid.

Astra's pov: I tried to dodge him. He was too quick. All I could do was turn around. Ugh! He got me. Blood gushed down my back. It hurt so bad. Blood! More blood now. It made me nauseous. Why was all this happening? I couldn't hold back my tears. What hurt me more than the wound on my back was all that was happening around me. Dad tried so hard to make us a peaceful pack. He died for it. Was it meaningless?

Such a cruel word. Before I could talk myself out of it, I dropped the tablet into the wine. It dissolved almost instantly. Like my pride and dignity. Like every rational thought I had ever possessed. “I am so sorry, Travis…” I whispered under my breath. My chest tightened painfully. “But I have to do this.” One last try. Just one. And if it failed… Then I would finally disappear from his world. Forever. I turned, glass still in hand. And nearly collided with the very man I was trying to ruin myself for.

He drags me outside, stumbling through the woods until the sound of the party up the street fades completely. He dumps me there, bleeding and broken. I can barely see through my swollen eyes, and the blood from my back seeps into the ground. I lie there, feeling life slipping away, hoping this is finally the end. As darkness closes in around me, I hear my name whispered in the back of my mind. Then I lose consciousness. I hope it’s for the last time. What’s the point of living if this is how my father treats me? Maybe in my next life, my family will love me.

I placed my head on his chest, “it’s not fair that both of them will suffer.” He sighs heavily as he rubs my back, “but it their destiny, it will be what it need to be, they will suffer as they need to for it,” he moves me from his chest and smiles at me, “there destiny is sealed, we cannot change it, it will be as it should be in the end.” I pulled from him, “Whisper, she doesn’t deserve any further pain, suffering or anguish in her life, she deserves happiness, joy, peace and most of all love.”

He craned his head and looked up at her. “You are the Tripp Wrylee. You have overflowing confidence, but when it comes to heart, it has a different issue. It needs more than that. It’s destiny the sum of all our choices, Tripp. Don’t feel bad about the choices you made in the past. Your choices still gave you that second chance, and don’t fuck it up.” “Don’t you think it’s too late for that?” “No. You just started your quest, brother. Now let me book you a flight so that you can unfuck it.”

Their entire family would enjoy wealth and glory, carefree and happy. A burst of manic laughter echoed as Hoss clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails piercing his skin. "Hoss, what are you laughing at?" Beside him, Selene frowned slightly. "It's nothing." Hoss wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled darkly. "Selene, do you believe in destiny?" "Of course." Selene nodded earnestly, then looked at Hoss with curiosity. "Destiny has two paths—one leads to the future, the other to hell. And my path is destined to trample over thousands of corpses. It's to go against the current, stand at the peak, overlook the heavens, and laugh proudly over all the powerful families!"

“I know…believe me I understand.” “No you don’t!” Then, just as suddenly as the tears came, clarity made an appearance. He did understand. Better than anyone else did. His creation was also unnatural. He was also forced to carry around a contagion he didn’t want. Troy might have been the only person in existence who had the slightest inkling what it was like to be me. “How did you do it?” I asked. “It happens with time. Once you realise you can’t change your destiny, you have only two options – you can fight against it and tear yourself apart, or you can accept it and maybe one day find a little peace.”

Or at least that's what Roman thinks it is. ‘Michelle You know what you did. Your dues will be paid. I’m here to collect. Yours forever ‘til death,’

I hid my face in Daniel’s chest as the traitor laughed at my expense along with the intruders. We went through a lot in the past. Sometimes together. Sometimes alone but we still faced it head on and conquered every problem. The result of the struggle, our beautiful family. Our wonderful pups. The loving friends we have that are more like family and our delightful packs. I can say the struggle and pain was worth it if the end result is this beautiful. There is no way to change the past or to predict the future. But we can surely make an effort in the present and work towards a better future. Destiny is not something that is bound to happen. It is something we work hard for, to make it happen