You Are Not Destined To Open This Novels & Stories

Better to be safe than sorry. I carefully draw out the thin sheet of folded paper from the envelope and unfold it. My brows shoot up when I see what’s written on it. It's just a few words, but they make the hairs on the back of my neck stand. ‘It's your destiny. Don’t defy it…’ I whip my head and look around my office. I stride towards the window and check if someone’s outside. Is this a prank? I grit my teeth as I stare at the letter again. The same words that I heard in my nightmare. Your destiny. What is that supposed to mean?

" Your.... your a virgin?" he repeated "ye..s...yes I am" "So no boy has touched you" "Ye..s" "..." "Is that a problem?" "No no oh no" "okay" "So.. when do you plan on losing it?" "Huh" "Are u planning to die a virgin?" "no!" "So how about you give it to me now" "Now?" "Mm now" "I can't..." "Why?!!" "....." "I'll make you beg for me," he thought to himself

To my astonishment, I see bold crimson letters that caught my attention at the top of the page: "Get ready, my dear Dynasty, to open Your Mind further. We are nearing the conclusion of everything I wished to share with you. I want to impart to you just a few final, invaluable thoughts."

Not only does Erica agree with Nika's statement, but Erica also has to admit that destiny knows how to cleverly arrange things, allowing Erica and Ansel to come to know each other in a complex, intriguing, and comical way. Is this a mere joke? Erica hopes not. Her life was unhappy enough. Erica doesn't want to participate in any games of fate anymore. Closing her thoughts, Ansel turned to Nika, sighing before saying: "I never expected such a strange coincidence to happen in my life." Ansel shared his true thoughts: "I am still feeling overwhelmed by it. I don't know what to comment on it at this moment."

I am not going to you no matter what. . . . ........

I ask him playfully " No baby, you're my pretty woman, you can't be thin, I just want you to take something you have not eaten in the past one week" I just nod and watch him walk out ,I smile to myself, I can't loose this precious jewel.

One second, I am completely sure he will reject me as his mate, the next second, I do not know whether there is really any future for the two of us if any of this is just a mirage. I give grandma Rivera a small gentle kiss on her forehead and she smiles at me. I smile back at her. "Excuse me a moment while I escort him out." I turn to leave but grandma Rivera holds me back by the wrist and I turn my head to look at her again. "In order to fulfil your destiny, you have to let it flow. You cannot change what has been written by the gods. What is destined to be, will be." I look at her as she speaks and I thin my lips in a fake smile. "I can't believe she is overtinking about Donovan and I.

he said. “Oh please, don't start with your silly jokes.” I said, rolling my eyes at the words. “Special in what way? Because I happen to have some black substance running through my veins, is that the reason you think that I'm special? I haven't seen anything special about me yet. And you know what? If you hadn't showed up, then I wouldn't have realized that I even had that black substance running through my veins.” “You can argue all you want, Clary, but this is your destiny.” he said, his eyes fixed on the road. “Even if you try to run away from it, you'll end up fulfilling it one way or the other.”

15 " Cheer up, man. Enjoy this day. This is the biggest day of your life. " Liam sigh and massage his temple. " This is the worst day of my life, bro. I never imagined that this would happen to me. " Yash sigh. " Do you want to back out? " Liam looks at him flatly. " Do you think I can back out? Everything is settled. I've already paid millions to prepare this stupid wedding. " " Do you want to run away? "

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]