Writing Your Destiny Novels & Stories

“Father, I cannot just abandon…” “You are abandoning no one,” he said gently. “You are stepping into what you were born to do.” Born to. As if destiny had the right to decide who I loved. Who I fought beside. Who I lived with. Destiny. I had spent my entire life choking on the weight of it. First through whispered prophecies. Then in nightmares shaped by Lysandra’s cruelty. Then through magic that tore me between worlds.

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?”

--- And as the weight of what they had created settled into something real— As destiny revealed itself not as fate, but as responsibility— As the future stretched forward, uncertain and unprotected— One final truth emerged: --- Destiny is not something you are given… --- It is something you choose to carry— --- Even when you know how heavy it will be.

his mother said, pouring wine inside the cup and her mother laughed. "And also our boss said that me and my term are going to resume to the new headquarters tomorrow and we have packed all our belongs in that branch" "They have take you to the new headquarters?" Her mother asked. "Yes mom, we resume to that place tomorrow and he said that another term too is coming to join us there so will join as one" "The other term are detective as well?" "Yes, so we will be working together" "Congratulation, my daughter" "Am happy for you mom" Zara said.

Destiny sighed with a tiny of tears in her eyes. “No sister, don’t blame yourself. You are not at fault. I know the FATE MANUSCRIPT works according to your written words, but don’t forget that you are only writing what you are said to. The dreams that you have while sleep decide the tragedies of fates of everyone. So, you can’t blame yourself for that. Besides, isn’t it always what Aunt Myna says… “Everything happens for a reason.” Choice assured Destiny patting her back, and got wrapped in a tight hug.

As the characters grappled with the weight of Asmo's ultimatum, the threads of their interconnected destinies wove a tapestry of uncertainty and irrevocable change. "I have always been the architect of my own destiny, weaving the threads of fate with a masterful hand. Fear me not for my power, but for the boundless depths of my resolve. For in the crucible of choice, I am the fire that forges unyielding paths and irrevocable destinies."

That's all it says so I turned to the next page. Chapter 1. Do you believe in fate? How about destiny? All things happening are all well planned by our destiny. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny. I frowned. Does this book have hope? I get absorbed in what I read. Mythology is written then destiny and fate are content? Is this book fooling me? But somehow, the context is rubbing my gut. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny...

That's all it says so I turned to the next page. Chapter 1. Do you believe in fate? How about destiny? All things happening are all well planned by our destiny. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny. I frowned. Does this book have hope? I get absorbed in what I read. Mythology is written then destiny and fate are content? Is this book fooling me? But somehow, the context is rubbing my gut. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny...