Trumping My Tragic Destiny Novels & Stories

I heard my father say. He sighed. “It’s most unfortunate that you didn’t contact us sooner.” I couldn’t look at him. He couldn’t possibly understand how much I am hating myself at the moment. If only I could turn back the clock. With every passing second, the time was running out to save my Destiny. *** DESTINY I stared up at the man who was deciding on how best to get rid of me. I’ve lost my ability to form coherent words. Should I plead with him to be merciful, to let me go? What do I do? I didn’t want to die!

"No, you need to be here. I'll go back with the driver." "How can I leave you alone when your condition is like this? I'm also coming with you." He says but my pain grows more making me breathless. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Without saying anything I start to walk. Cause I don't want to become the attention seeker. I was walking but suddenly I tripped over the red carpet. And I found myself falling flat on my face. I'm Doomed. What a bad day.

My tears were falling freely and my breath was coming irregularly. What am I gon na do now? On one hand, there is Ivan and another Dean. Both are psychopaths. Is there no ending to my agony? How could I get out of the grasps of these crazy men? What did I do to deserve this? I'm not standing there, drowning in my sadness. I could still hear Dean's threat even though it had been said a few minutes earlier. It was like his words were stuck in my brain. I wanted nothing more than to forget what happened today. It is one of the worst days of my entire life.

There are whispers, gasps, and shocked expressions. I do what I have to do. Nala just got rejected. I am not doing this out of pity, but of love. I know how it feels to lose someone you love. I lost Natasha in the worst way ever. I walk out of the hall. ……………………………………………………… "Why did you choose to disobey me?" My father shouts after me. "I have my soulmate, and I won't leave her," I say. I leave my father, and head to my room.

I drew in a long breath, "So what do you want now? Is it money? An apology? Though that would be too insignificant. I can't let you harm my grandfather or Sydney. So, what's left for me to do?" "I wanted your father to pay for his wrongdoings, but he cheated me! He died far too soon, before I could get my hands on him. So, I guess it's up to you to make amends for your father's transgression. So I set out to wreck your life. Marilyn and I plotted together. She was head over heels in love with you and envious of this bitch!" He tightened his grip on Sydney. She shivered. "Had you married Marilyn? I could have easily manipulated you through her, but you had to marry this little bitch instead..

Kathleen's hand trembled and her lips moved but nothing came out. "What are you doing?" Vince spread his hands on either side of his body in frustration. He had to get her the hell out of here, Vivian was coming. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed hysterically. The weight of her situation suddenly fell upon her like a stone and crushed whatever was left of her composure. “I am ruined!” "I am not doing anything to you. I never promised I would marry you. Did I?” He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk.

I shout, more furious than I could ever imagine and more broken than I can explain. I’ve suffered so much since we were exiled from our pack. But I had Mom. I had her protection, her strength, and that gave me something solid to stand on. Then I opened myself up to Dante. I built dreams around him. I lived off the hope of a life with him. And this is what I get. I should’ve known better than to put my future in someone else’s hands. “Cici! I love you!” he shouts. I stop. My body is hot and sweaty, my breath coming fast.

Breath to breath. “Did you think sending him to me covered in the scent of your rut would make him yours?” I growled low. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets and murmured with a maddening calm, “Ever heard of destiny? That place you end up because it was designed, that person you were always meant to meet?” He looked right at me then, his voice like ice. “I’m that destiny. The one he’s fated to crash into, no matter how far he tries to run,” his eyes bled into his wolf’s, burning with possessive certainty.

He does not compel me to comply. However, the option he presents is deceptive. Due to the fact that leaving Raymond Silver is not an option. Not when conflict is approaching. Not when his universe is on the verge of igniting. And not when, for good or ill, I find myself at the center of it. I do not approach him. However, I also do not back away. And that is the complete response he requires. I am left without words, feeling trapped, feeling constrained, feeling as if I am adrift, yet one reality persists: I believe being here is my destiny, for where else can I turn? Despite everything, I'm still here for the moment, appearing strange.

Consequence be damned. I was done being Tristan’s plaything.