Destiny unfolds as a narrative of 12 years of youth, tracing the pathways of its main characters, David Smith and Bella Andrea, from the tender age of 18 through the poignant blossoming into their 30s – a splendid epoch of youth in their life's journey. Twelve years is not necessarily a sprawling canvas of human life. But many amazing things can happen during that time so that we appreciate our current life more every time we look back. David Smith and Bella Andrea met, secretly loved each other, misunderstood, were divided, hated, separated, and came back together when deep wounds were in their hearts. They spent their youth together with love, hate, anger, and resentment before being happy. Life can be brutally unforgiving; sometimes, a moment of weakness may cause us to lose everything. Love remains the most precious entity of all. Steer clear of harboring hatred, allowing the heart to pulsate with the most sincere of beats perpetually.
As soon as he arrived at the door, David met his father. The older man silently retreated, not uttering a single word, his gaze obscuring a sea of despair upon witnessing the melancholy etched across the face of his most cherished son. He concealed his sad eyes towards the distant void, unwilling to reveal his vulnerability. David stepped inside a living room splattered with fragments of a once intact atmosphere. The large flower vase lay shattered, likely the victim of his mother's explosive anger - a scene all too familiar, signaling the remnants of a vehement argument that had just ensued.
Years had passed, and his parents' marriage had lingered on, unpalatably like bland rice and soup unsweetened. Their encounters always sparked fierce disputes; indeed, they had yet to find a common ground despite the years spent under the same roof.
Gazing upon the wreckage before him, a profound sadness welled within David. He pedaled his bicycle toward the sea, every set of strength in his body funneling into his legs, seeking to distance himself from the chaos as swiftly as possible. The road ahead seemed to stretch into infinity, the summer sky blissfully unaware, expansive, and bright, contrasting starkly with the turmoil within his heart.
Silently, David moved towards the ocean, waves boisterously greeting the shore as if they sought to engulf him. Yet, he continued to walk, each successive wave taller than the last, while David appeared merely a tiny entity bobbing upon the boundless sea. He wished to sink into the abyss with the waves, unable to imagine anything but vanishing from existence.
"Hey, you can't do this, no matter what's happening, stay calm, don't lose yourself," a girl's voice whispered from behind.
Startled, David spun around; darkness enveloped the surroundings, objects barely discernible. He swung his arm with force, yet the girl clung tightly.
"Who are you? Why are you stopping me?"
An overly aggressive jerk of his arm sent the girl sprawling into the water, where she sputtered and flailed. Realizing she couldn't swim, David hastily pulled her ashore.
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Bella woke up early today, neatly dressed, her lengthy hair braided down her back. Her tiny hands gently shielded her forehead, guarding against the playful, mischievous rays of sunshine aimed directly at her face. Her dimpled cheeks seemed to smile sweetly at the gentle autumn.
This was the first morning that Bella absorbed the city's scene since moving there. The journey from the countryside to the province had proven more challenging than Bella had anticipated. Alone and busy with renting a house and purchasing essential items, her little pocket of time had been entirely consumed.
Unlike her peers, Bella opted not to stay in the dormitory. She was determined that, once enrolled and settled, she would find part-time work to help alleviate her parents ' financial burden. Living in a dormitory would make commuting particularly challenging, especially for night shifts.
Bus number 18 halted its journey as if honoring a prearranged rendezvous. Bella gingerly stepped aboard, quietly and deliberately carving through the city streets.
Aboard, her heart danced to an orchestration of joyous melodies. The sun peeked cautiously overhead, shrouded by a slender veil of clouds, as the picturesque and poetic view of the school appeared crisply before her.
This week, Bella was obliged to partake in a freshman civics course at Lecture Hall A4, a mandatory session for all new students. Her wandering thoughts, yet to settle in a clear direction, were interrupted by an unintentional collision with another. A phone plummeted to the ground, though not her's. She stooped to retrieve it, but a young man quickly scooped it up before her fingers grazed its frame.
Disconcerted, she wondered if she had somehow erred. The boy remained silent, his gaze lingering on her face momentarily before silently departing. Their eyes locked in a slow-motion cinematic exchange that Bella would only recognize much later. She chased after him, timidly inquiring with a soft voice, "Do you know where Lecture Hall A4 is? It's my first day at school."
The gentle morning sunlight unintentionally drew a visual barrier between them, or perhaps his indifferent demeanor made the conversation awkward. "It's my first day here, too." He spoke, then departed-cold and lofty as their initial encounter-his sturdy, tall frame weaving through the crowd swiftly, leaving no trace behind. A gentle breeze swept through, carrying a masculine scent that lingered familiarly and affectionately in the air.
The trees in front of the schoolyard whispered straightforward, cheerful tunes akin to a buoyant symphony of youthful beings basking in the glow of their prime. Anyone in a university lecture hall would feel bewildered, anxious, and anticipatory for the first time.
Today's class was bustling, filling the auditorium with over two hundred students. The sound of conversations and playful laughter buzzed about. Bella, arriving just as class was about to begin, needed help finding an empty seat. Just as she stowed her backpack into the desk compartment, a lovely girl with sweet chocolate-colored curly hair from the desk above turned around with a friendly smile to introduce herself. "Hey, what's your name? Let's get to know each other. I'm Sara."
Bella hesitated, wondering if she was indeed seeking acquaintance with her. She glanced around to see if there was someone else when suddenly, an agreeable, steady voice from the boy beside her intervened. "I'm David. Don't worry about it."
Having spoken, David quickly buried his nose into his screen within moments, seemingly forgetting the girl he'd just met. Bella realized it was the boy she'd encountered earlier, and his attitude took her on a journey from one surprise to the next. The girl, awkward and embarrassed, spent the remainder of the session without daring to turn around again.
Upon the platform, the teacher engrossed himself in his lecture, passionately unfurling the tendrils of knowledge. A sidelong glance revealed David, his spirit seemingly trapped in a legendary martial arts battle on his phone. At the same time, Bella occasionally cast covert, cautionary glances as if to chide gently.
As David delved deeper into his virtual battle, his keen eyes detected the subtle disapproval from his neighbor. His fingers danced gracefully upon the touch screen, unyielding in rhythm, yet still sparing a moment to cast a "warning" glance beside him. "Staring too much at boys might ruin your eyesight," he whispered audaciously.
The faint whispers did not elude the teacher's ears. He paused, descended from his stage, and approached David, instructing him to stand. His expression was stern, eyes piercing, seemingly peering into the young man's soul. "Why are you using a phone during class?" he questioned.
An eerily silent classroom beheld the spectacle. A plethora of eyes converged in one direction-some curious, some innocently unaware, some slightly smug, and some mocking. However, none could overshadow the calm, composed gaze of the boy now facing the teacher. "Respectfully, sir, I don't have a phone," David responded, serenity coating his words.
The teacher leaned in slightly, a faint smile upon his face, eyes shimmering with the wisdom of years and skepticism for the unfolding drama before him. He thought of his years, of the numerous generations of students he had mentored, and wondered how a single impish youth believed he could deceive him. "Let's check your bag then," he pressed.
David, without hesitation, pulled his bag from beneath the desk and displayed its contents. The subtle shift in the teacher's expression caught Bella off guard. She, who knew the situation better than anyone, was left bewildered - where had the phone gone?
As the bell signaling the end of school rang and the room plunged into chaos, a mild irritation lingered in the teacher's heart. But, with no other option, he warned David before departing, "Don't let me catch you again."
The moment the teacher exited, David's backpack, slung over his shoulder, slipped from the classroom. His feet swiftly whisked him away, blending seamlessly into the crowded corridor. Bella, after organizing her textbooks and notebooks, also made her exit. The sun grew increasingly harsh as midday approached, prompting students to retreat to nearby dormitories hastily. Bella quickened her pace, unwilling to miss the upcoming bus.
Upon reaching the stop, she found David already present. A brief flicker of surprise painted her features, assuming coincidence, but it seemed David harbored something to discuss. He approached, claiming the recently vacated seat beside her, isolating them amongst the masses. "Can I have my phone back?" he whispered.
Bella thought she must have misheard. The blaring horn of a passing vehicle might have hampered her auditory perception, but at this proximity, it seemed unlikely. David gestured towards Bella's fabric backpack, motioning for her to open it. "It's in your bag," he hinted subtly.
As Bella opened her bag, revealing a black phone identical to the one dropped during their earlier collision, David snatched it from her grasp. Without uttering a word, his lips gently shaped a smile-simultaneously grateful and teasingly mischievous.
Only after David's departure did Bella piece together the day's mysterious unfoldings. Alone at the bus stop, amidst a whirlwind of thoughts, she almost missed her ride. This first day of school had indeed etched memorable moments into her mind, catalyzing a string of unforgettable days to follow.
"Father, why must it be so? I love him; my life would be meaningless without him," Sara wept in despair as her father remained adamantly opposed to her love affair, even issuing a request that her boyfriend resign from his job and forbidding them from ever meeting again. "If you continue to defy me, I will ensure he disappears forever," James Roberts looked at his daughter with a steely, unyielding gaze. From that day forth, Sara and Leon went their separate ways, each to a different place. Leon left the city shortly after, and Sara went abroad to study. Their beautiful, youthful love ended from that day until one day ...
"What do you think of him? He's an excellent boyfriend for you. I went to America to bring him back, don't let me down, okay? She frowned when she saw Mary wasn't interested in her work. Agnes continued. "Why? Don't you find him attractive?" Clear and lucid, Mary glanced at her best friend, who was squinting, and said coldly. "Do you like him that much? Then keep him to yourself. Why give him to me?" She could never have guessed that these words would inadvertently become a reality. These words would lead her down a path she dared not contemplate or remember but could only gasp in choked sobs in her heart. Realizing her slip, Agnes hurried to smooth things over with a smile as warm and pure as the spring sun, her lips curling up in an honest admission. "We're best friends. I give my best to you. You're the one who truly has my heart."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."