Writing Your Destiny Novels & Stories

“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.

I press my bleeding palm to the yellow gemstone. "For the woman who endured childlessness. For the Luna who suffered under the weight of duty, and for my child. For both my children." Nothing happens, but I didn't expect it to. I've only said the reasons I am doing this. I haven't accepted who I am yet. Only by accepting myself will I find my power. Speaking into the empty room, I breathe and voice out the truth of my existence. "I am Destiny. A woman. A werewolf of the Silvercrest pack. I was rescued by parents who loved me, and because of that, all I ever wanted was a family of my own.

Prologue Everything was ordinary and normal in my life until this moment. It occurred to me many times what kind of sin I had committed for this to happen to me when all I wanted was to have a normal and simple life. My dream of having my own family would've become real if that tragedy hadn't happened. "Close your eyes," the make-up artist commanded while putting powder on my face. As I closed my eyes, I silently wished this was all a dream. A nightmare to be exact. And when I open my eyes the light will greet me. I silently hoped that as I opened my eyes, my reality would go back to how it all used to be.

I try to recall how I felt when I penned the words by running my hands over the indentations on the page where they were written. Thoughts like "exhilarated" and "terrified" cross my mind, but no matter how hard I try, I can't relive that day. That day marked a major change in my life. The day I opted to quit our group and lead a mortal existence for a period of five years as opposed to merely embracing the shift and turning fully into a werewolf

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 stopped in between when I realized what I said. I closed my eyes for a second as I said " let's go your shirt looks fine now " She got off the bed as tried to open the door. " what happened? " I asked as I got a hold of my emotions. " The door is not opening," she said. Goodness, what's the new problem now... *** Guys plz give a read to my other books and I started Aarohi's story as ' destined to be mine ' P. S. Follow my account

I finished. She looked at me keenly and shook her head , nodding it in approval. " Your destination is your heart, and you have to take it wherever it leads you," she commented as she placed her hand on my shoulder. " What if we are running a race with a destinations that we probably don't even know?" She added. " Some writer once said that if you sit by times square long enough you'll see the whole world pass by, I've never been to times square long enough but I fe something similar, about itself," I breathed.

’ my barely available subconscious mind spoke and I too ignored it. “You can take time to make your decision, Okay. Now leave and come back tomorrow at the same time and we will go shopping for you since your dressing sense won’t match the type of girl, I told mom about.” He was so sure of my answer that I wanted to kick him again but I kept my head down and just walked out of his place and didn’t make any argument later on. I need to decide, and I think I seem to have made one bad decision of working which caused me all the troubles I am having. This isn’t destiny, this is all decisions. Fate is stupid.