Writing Your Destiny Novels & Stories

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

I could smell my own body. Still on the blank page, I was disappointed to find only blood stains. I took the lighter and lit a small flame, starting at the last page’s corner, though it broke my heart. As the fire touched the page, black ink began to surface. I quickly put out the flame. A long message appeared in bold black letters: I hope that at the end of this session, you have found yourself. I am so sorry to have put you through this ordeal. It is your fated destiny to set the balance in the whole realms and fulfil the mission which I failed to accomplish.

But every single time I meet Elhoïme's gaze, every SINGLE time Mathias smiles at me, I remember why I'm still standing. So I keep going. Even when my back aches from lifting boxes at work. Even when I faint because I don't eat properly- no time for that. I try to hold on. Or rather... I try to survive. For them. I cry when no one's watching. And sometimes even when when they are, when I'm too tired to pretend. But I always end up wiping my tears... and putting that tireless smile back on my face. I don't know why I'm writing all this. Maybe because a friend once told me that keeping a journal might help me.

She's a true friend. Would she blame me if Dex chooses me? She'll be heartbroken no matter what, but will she realize there's nothing I can do about it? She's so convinced the Moon Goddess made a mistake. That she and Dex are actually fated mates, even if Dex chooses to reject me, she'll be heartbroken. Because she believes in it so strongly. I wonder if she'll then go on to find her true mate, or if she'll stay with Dex, knowing someone else is destined for her.

- You're right, but still don't believe it, doesn't Jack need to be so stupid. "I'll give a real-life example: some people don't believe that ghosts are real, but in fact, they always exist and follow around us just depending on each person's 'destiny'" meet' in real life or not. These people may be a match for some unjustly dead soul, so pay attention to what is called a predestined relationship or a replacement for the"-Marin paused for a moment. to gather strength and then continued: "I'm only going to tell you how much, if you want to get into the matter, there's a lot to talk about"

" Physics. " What is this? A note. If you don’t accept other’s help, you’ll stay alone and drown in darkness. You are the only one who can take your own fate into your own hands. You are the only one who can let a problem affect you or let it go. I wonder who wrote this. " Davina, did you write this ? " " No, What does it say? " It says weird things but it came in time. It’s true if I keep pushing everyone away, I’ll end up alone without any support, and right now I must accept any help that comes to me.

He wiped out the darkness within me and gave me another life as a normal human being. It’s rightly said, ‘Everything is Written. We are mere puppets in the hands of destiny.’ I let out a deep sigh. Who knew what destiny was up to now?

Fate had carved a fork in the road, and as they parted ways, they held onto the belief that their individual destinies would lead them to the love and fulfillment they both sought. In the hush of twilight, with pen in hand and heart laid bare, Chloe sat down to compose a letter that held the power to reshape her destiny. Her delicate fingertips danced across the parchment, etching words infused with the essence of her soul. She poured out her longing, her fears, and her undying affection for the man who had captured her heart—Liam.

I desired an existence of my own, a name without a ‘Morris’ imprint. An eerie silence engulfed me as I closed my eyes. Should I leave this to destiny and let fate decide? I nearly scoffed. Fate? When had such an obnoxious thing as fate existed? It was written in Destiny, all written before I was born. My Destiny was written by devils, two men who were adamant on ruining me. Their intentions were sinister. They ‘wanted’ me—not in a way a man should desire a woman. They were dangerous. Only a week was left. I couldn’t risk getting my family killed.

Eighteen "It was impossible for him to find his mate because, one, it's never written in his destiny," Destiny smiled widely, "Two, even though if destiny was tampered with, it is not yet time," Time added, playing with his hem, "and third if he ever found his mate, I would have known because I'm the one who brings souls together and I would have to congratulate him." Fate concluded. The King's brows knitted in confusion as Alec furrowed his brow while caressing his beard in thought. How was it possible? If it was not written, then why was he blessed with a mate?