Trumping My Tragic Destiny Novels & Stories

It was the original Jacob. He stood there quietly, looking at me. "Hello. I'm Jacob. I've been watching from the sidelines this whole time. Only now do I realize that I could've lived like this too." Looking at the confusion and regret in his eyes, I smiled softly. "Jacob, other people might hand you a script, but the path you walk is yours alone." I could feel the call of my original world pulling me back, so I returned Jacob's body to him. Right before I completely disappeared, I patted his shoulder and gave him one final piece of advice.

But instead, I raised the glass to my lips and took a tiny sip of champagne that tasted of nothing but defeat. “Without a doubt,” I agreed, my voice sharp. “Appropriateness is an underrated virtue. And Miss Meyer is, indeed, very virtuous.” My smile remained in place, an artifact of my own resistance. I had survived loss, loneliness, and Cassius’s sickening possession. I would survive this night. As I turned to face another group of vultures, I carried with me the image of Tristan — a silhouette of somber authority at the center of the circus.

I pushed Philip onto a piece of driftwood and gently tapped his shoulder. "You have to live." As long as he survived, Anastasia would have something to hold on to. I was still clinging to the driftwood, trying to swim toward the shore, when the ALS suddenly kicked in, and my arms went numb. I sank helplessly into the dark water. I slowly closed my eyes as I watched the surface shimmer above me like fractured glass. I decided to give up. Just before everything went black, I hazily saw someone reaching for me through the water.

"What's the meaning of this, Laura? What are you playing at in front of so many people? Why did you tell everyone about Lily's true identity? Are you trying to ruining her and this family?" I could tell the authority in my parents' voice. If it had been in the past, I would definitely be scared and then apologize to beg for their forgiveness. But now, I didn't want their pathetic love anymore. I had been dead once and had come to my senses. I didn't need their love. I would just need to love myself. "I was merely telling everyone the truth. There's no need for you to be angry, Mom, Dad. My wish is to leave the Jackson family. I hope everyone present today can bear witness to my decision, and

“ Don't call me that.’ “Or else what?” Dominique leered over me. “ What are you going to do? Teach me a lesson by stealing from me?” “I have no use for your money “ I let out through gritted teeth. “ I'd rather be poor and happy than allow a couple of millions to destroy my humanity like it's done with you.” “Humanity!” He chuckled humorlessly. “ How much has humanity given you in the last couple of years? Why didn't that humanity help your father with his debt?!”

they chorused. It only made it harder for me. "No one would fight, I will go and see Derrick myself to reach a compromise; he won’t disturb you all; I am not your Alpha," I replied aptly. I left the mansion angrily. My head was full, I couldn't think straight. "I have to fight." "Right? But I am not the destined one?" I asked Tristan. I ran through the woods to my favorite spot, the sea. The reflection of myself had changed; my hair wasn’t as long as it used to be, but my face was the same. "The destiny has been fulfilled; it is time for you to take over," Tristan uttered coldly.

He chuckled and sighed, “Destiny must have pitied on his condition in the past life, and now gave him the parents he always wished for… but then…” He paused and looked outside the window, “Why destiny is being cruel to me? Why it snatched away my both kids from me? Gon ah, did I do something grave in my past life, for which I am being punished in such a cruel way…”

Finding only genuine joy, he pressed a passionate kiss onto John's lips. John melted into his mate's embrace, overwhelmed by the moment. He was eager to share the news with Carla, Magnus, and the rest of the pack during their gathering tonight. Reflecting on the twists of fate, John marvelled at how his initial urge to leave and seek a better future had led him right to his destined journey The end

“I’ve hidden from many truths because I didn’t want to hurt my miracles. My family is the only lucky thing I’ve ever accomplished in all my years of living. Yesterday, I went to visit my best friend at her cabin, your godmother Gretchen, only to find her dead, and trafficked here by that Alpha Lucifer. Today, I’m still locked back in the old neighborhood that gave us the chance to start from zero. I bring nothing but bad luck to the only miracles I treasure. All I can hope is that one day I can live without suffering our survival.” Her confession weighed heavy. It wasn’t just about my pup’s death. It was the countless deaths she’d lived through, the guilt she carried like a second skin. She

It became apparent why I was here. Why it was the doorstep of the Tragas I fell upon. It was for this moment right here. Khai and I were nothing but collateral, a means to an end. I was but a small cog in the machine, a pawn in a chess game played by the gods. Traga was willing to sacrifice himself to Yaga so his children would get stronger and live longer. My blood would certainly guarantee that. After Khai left my mind and body I felt lonely. Lonelier than I’d ever been or believed was possible. I sat in the desert crying for what felt like an hour as the black hole in my chest gaped wider.