You Are Not Destined To Open This Novels & Stories

The story does not end. It was never meant to. It opens. And stays open. Enough.

"Because people that love you wish they could take away your sorrows, but some hardship in life you have to take on your own. To become the person you need to be in order to do the things you are destined to do." "What am I destined to do?" "Close the gap. Unite them." She looks so serious, so solemn. “Save them from the dangers that are yet to come.” "That's a lot of responsibility to put on the shoulder of someone who can't even legally buy alcohol yet!" A faint smile appears on her lips for a moment, before she regains her cold expression. "It wasn't meant to be this soon. I tried to hold on. But they are getting closer." "Who?"

CRYSTAL "It is your destiny." My loud and harsh breathing as I run still doesn’t overpower my thoughts. "Your destiny." The word echoes back to me as I run through the woods like my said 'destiny' is after me, ready to pull me into its clutches and make a mess out of me.

The more he observed, the more he sensed the delicate balance between the ordinary and the mystical. As they walked, Darius couldn't help but steal glances at John. John was unlike anyone Darius had ever met. He carried a unique scent, both new and familiar, like a song you couldn't quite place. The scent wrapped around Darius and his bear, evoking a strange feeling, almost like a distant memory from when he believed in stories about fate, mates, and destiny. Could fate be playing tricks on him? The thought lingered in his mind as he grappled with the idea.

The Invitation Jane’s POV Fate has a peculiar way of surprising us when we least expect it. It can bring forth either joy or hardship, leaving us uncertain of its intentions. As Jane Collins, a struggling twenty-five-year-old artist, I faced my fair share of challenges in my career. However, I remained determined not to surrender to discouragement. To make ends meet, I took on a job as a waitress at a fancy restaurant. One day, during my break time at my job, I found myself engrossed in a conversation with my best friend, Sarah Anderson. Unexpectedly, she interrupted with a question.

" but I don't want to accept that reason, I have somebody else in my life." "Saying it multiple times doesn't change anything, you cannot rewrite your destiny… it's already been written for generations and it's something we have to obey and follow strictly I wish I could help you but I can't" he said before patting him on the back and walking off. Was this really destiny?.

William desperately massaged his temples. "Rubbish!. That's impossible. How can you fall in love with someone you don't know?." Yves creased his brows. "Well sir, I don't believe it's emotionally impossible. Some people do experience it." He paused. "Is there a problem sir?." William sighed before settling his gaze out the car window. "Nothing. I was just being curious." What had this useless heart of his gotten him into?. --- At the Hart mansion. Xander paced up and down in his room. His eyes slightly red from not sleeping.

"Don't blame yourself for anything, Stanley. I believe it's destiny." "Destiny?" I nodded at him. "You believe in that?" He snorted. "Of course, I do. The experiences that came after high school was too overwhelming not to believe there is a thing called destiny. It can't be denied." "What if I want to deny it?" "You have no right to. It can only be delayed but it will surely come to pass someday."

"Oh hello? You were the one keeping things from me." "I had my reasons. But you clearly have none." "My reason is that I didn't see why I should be open with someone who's closed up." "I never had to keep anything from you. Have I ever?" Destiny stopped and she faced her. We almost need someone to announce the battle. "Then what changed?"

’ 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.