Writing Your Destiny Novels & Stories

"Isn't it strange that your fated mate could be half way across the world from you? Your pack members who found their mates here might have had to take chosens if they never met their mates." "It was meant to be, they were meant to find their fated mates eventually. One way or another the universe would have shifted and they would have found each other eventually. But I wouldn't have had it any other way." He turned to glance at me, "Coming here now tops the list of the best decisions I've made in my life so far." I smiled, "Since when did you start believing in things meant to be Roman? Do you suddenly believe in destiny now?" "I don't." He turned back to the mirror drying his hair, "I writ

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.

And what did they mean by unlocking the door to my true destiny? As if sensing my curiosity, the figure smiled faintly, their eyes sparkling with ancient wisdom. “This key will unveil the path that has been waiting for you all along,” they whispered, their voice carrying a melody that resonated deep within my soul. “But remember, dear one, destiny is not always a predetermined destination. It is a journey—a tapestry woven by your choices and the whispers of your heart.”

I thought everything would be fine when Dos and I successfully went out of the room, but what was awaiting us was worse than I expected. Life is truly a series of unexpected events; everything has a reason, and you can't stop it from happening. What is meant to happen will happen, and everything that you'll do to not let it occur will be merely a tiny waste when destiny is involved. Playing our lives is what makes her happy. Seeing our pain intrigues her desire to continue doing what she's currently doing. She loves to torture us with her different schemes. She lets us be happy for a moment, then it will all vanish and be replaced by sadness. I don't want it to happen anymore. I am tired and

“What is this? Some shitty, low budget version of A Christmas Carol?” A burning look from the boy and all his sarcasm died. “You’re here to decide your destiny, Gavin Patchett.” Gavin scowled despite the lingering pain in his guts. “Destiny? I don’t have a destiny. I’m a writer. A genre writer.” He wiped his mouth on his arm again. “No destiny here. Sorry.” The boy remained still, his blue eyes boring into Gavin’s. “You will choose today, Gavin Patchett, what you will serve: Order or Chaos. Light or Dark. Purpose . . . or the Other.”

You need to love yourself. Your other half will come. Your other part will reach you when the right time comes. As of now, you need to complete yourself without anyone else. You need to mold yourself to be stronger and braver to deal with the difficulties in life. And when that happens, you can write your own story using reality. You'll not gonna be a slave of destiny, because you'll be the one who'll dictate your fate. You will have the strength and capabilities, all you have to do is to believe. Believe that you can. Believe to yourself.

he said. Then he added, “They say that there are certain people we are destined to see again and again, in every lifetime, in every place….I feel that with you.” Caitlin knew exactly what he meant. She felt it, too. It wasn’t a matter of love. It was something stronger. Destiny. Fate. Inevitability. Being meant to be with a person, whether you liked it or not. It was that magical moment when the universe forced paths to cross, overrode anyone’s option of free will. It was that one moment in life when free will was forced to submit to something even bigger, more important. Destiny. And that, she felt, was even bigger than love. Love, she felt, true love, she could only have with one person in

What’s going on? Darien struggled to breathe as he pulled the letter out. Its delicate rose color, her fragrance, and handwriting all identified it as hers. He said under his breath, “Larissa.” My dear Darien, If you’re reading this, I’ve left this world and I’m sorry I caused you such grief. I humbly ask for your pardon for making up the details of my family and my dream marriage to you. Although I wasn’t your soul mate, I still wanted to love you as much as you loved me—a love I hadn’t experienced in my previous mating. I sincerely desired to be who you believed me to be. It was too late for me to change my mind after I met the proper man.

I had been unconscious for months, and I had not even eaten something for God's sake, I felt weak and all this information that I received was way too exhausting. Destiny is real. And she's not mild-mannered. She will come around and hit you in the face and knock you over and before you know what hit you, you're naked- stripped of everything you thought you knew and everything you thought you didn't know- and there you are! A bloody nose, bruises all over you, and naked. And it's the most beautiful thing.