Trumping My Tragic Destiny Novels & Stories

And at the same time, the dark red apples fell, leaving an ominous sound. I could see her gaze change to that of a sad person. “Your tribrid status makes you have to bear a heavy fate. I understand your feelings, Grace. Fate has written your destiny before you were born into this world.” My eyes filled with tears as I heard her words. That's right! I wasn't doing well. From the past until now, my fate has always been an unpleasant one. My life is like a gambling game, where only those with great power can determine my fate.

“Single as far as I can tell, sings of a long-term partner having moved out. Have no intel on who that might have been though, but I’ll keep looking. Do you have a specific timeline in mind for all of this Ren, or are you planning on dragging it out and seeing how much you can get from it?” “You know I enjoy playing the long game Stygian, I want to draw this out, make her want me before she learns to fear me. I will have her one way or the other. The sweet young Fae will be my coveted treasure.” Verendus spoke darkly, the smirk on his face barely hiding his excitement of this challenge. His crystal blue eyes glowed with an unnatural and sinister gleam, allowing the darkness within him to pee

But because of this power and struggling for throne, adding my stupidity in the past made my family faced the tragic and miserable ending in their life. In this life, I swear I will never lose again from someone and end up dying pathetically. The end I experienced once, is not where the curtains will fall down. Instead it is where my curtains will rise up and show to them that this woman will perform a magnificent play for them to be entertained. I will be the one who will have the last stand in this second life.

The weight of our loss was too heavy for words to lift. I stepped forward, anger and grief mingling in a fierce cocktail of determination. “Deluna,” I shouted into the chaos, “I promise you this, I will avenge Travis. I will rebuild our future from these ashes!” My voice rang out, clear and defiant, even as every fiber of my being trembled with sorrow.

I awoke, not in the afterlife, but in the crucible of a second chance. The memory of that fateful day lingers, a haunting blend of joy extinguished and betrayal endured. The coronation, more akin to a cursed wedding, marked the genesis of my journey. A journey fraught with the echoes of the past, a relentless pursuit of redemption, and an unwavering resolve to reclaim what was rightfully mine.

He also witnessed how my mother died there which made it worse for him to decide not to go there anymore no matter what happens. He's just really punishing himself too much and I hate ut- as a daughter, I hate seeing my dad be that hurt because of how messed up our world and destiny is and we can never control it just like what I'm always reminding myself whenever in wanting to just go against what destiny is planning for me which is impossible for I actually tried doing that when I was already desperate and too young to experience that pain. I became too impulsive to go against destiny and I honestly looked like a fool when I just got played by destiny because no matter how desperate I alre

She sometimes had regrets… What if she never took a loan from the messy man whom she thought was a regular business owner? What would her life become if she had never accepted the card that he handed to her that day when she was desperate and thought that she was ready to take on anything that came her way? Now, in that same way, another man was in front of her door of opportunities, claiming that he had a job for her. That he was willing to clear her debt, but at what cost? She asked herself as she hurriedly left Big Pa’s office before the tears came streaming down in front of him.

Uneven but fast. I walked faster. "You ruined my life, you know that?" His voice was getting closer. "I had a good thing going. Had a mate who fit in. Who belonged. Then you showed up and everything went to shit." "That's not my fault." I kept walking. Don't run. Running triggers chase instinct. "Isn't it?" He was right behind me now. I could smell the alcohol. "You and your tragic backstory. Your disgraced family. Your victim act. Everyone feeling sorry for poor little Inka."

Encouraged, Tristram's cheeks flushed red as he grabbed a toy from his hand and hurled it at me. "Die, you demon! You're the worst!" My body felt heavy as stone. I didn't even dodge. The toy struck my forehead, bounced off, and clattered onto the floor. It felt as if something inside me was being torn apart, piece by piece. Tristram had been born premature and weak. I had spent years looking after him, afraid to take my eyes off him for even a minute. But the child I had loved with my whole life ended up setting the fire that killed me, just so he could have a father with a "better pedigree".

My plate was a mess. I suddenly sat up. “You should continue with your dinner. I will be upstairs.” “Harper…” she called out in a small tone looking sorry. I stepped out before she could stop me. I needed to breathe. The triplets were right. This was going to be harder than I thought. I was torn between the highborns and the lowborns. No one wanted me anywhere. I didn’t go upstairs as I said. Instead, I stepped outside into the brightly lit street. I had barely taken a step further when a voice made me jump, almost falling on my face.