Fate’s Path Chapter One

Where Destiny sets its path,

Fate shall follow


Deborah Ann


Fate’s Path

The Destiny Series

~ Book Two ~

Deborah Ann




IT’S CRAZY HOW spontaneously our life course can change. Two days ago, I was missing Cayden, enjoying his Christmas surprise, and enjoying time with friends. Two days ago, I wanted nothing more than I wanted to see him and to be with him. Now I’d gladly go back, suffer with being apart if it meant knowing he’d be his vibrant self. Because now—in some wicked twist—I’m sitting beside Cayden in this hospital, waiting to see if fate has overtaken our destiny; watching his still form, in this deafening, painful silence. Never have I gone two days without speaking with Cayden, not since our worlds entangled. Never have I cried so many tears, so many that there are no more, nothing but the shattered remnants of my broken heart—a numb, empty shell of my prior self, my prior self joined with my soul mate. Now that life waits in the balance, waits for the other half of my soul to enliven. Waits to feel Cayden’s touch, to see the sparkling flecks in his glowing emerald eyes, to feel his warm whispered breath against my skin and breathe in his amazing scent, feeling that scent drive me wild. Unlike this still form of him that reeks of this nasty, sterile hospital and leftover blood—a constant reminder of death, and pain
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Destiny Chapter One

Destiny is no matter of chance.

It is a matter of choice.


William Jennings Bryan



~ Book One ~

Deborah Ann


1. New Beginnings

IT IS SAID that our destiny is set, predetermined before conception. But I myself, have never been a believer…

Barefoot and wrapped in a towel, I padded my way to the closet, quickly deterred by the ring of my iPhone. I grabbed it from the nightstand and checked caller I.D. Perfect! Then slid my finger across the screen, unlocking it before I put it to my ear. “Good morning, Trista.”

“Good morning, Dani,” the familiar voice said on the other end. “How are you doing?” Her apprehension was easily heard.

“I’m good,” I lied, dressing into my favorite turquoise blue scoop neck and my ragged edged, white mini skirt. “I’m getting ready now. How about you?”

“I’m in the parking lot…” she paused, “I’m sorry, Dani.”

“It’s not your fault,” I lied to my friend a second time, softly cursing her in my head.

“Still, I’m real sorry I won’t be with you. I know how nervous you get.”

That’s an understatement! She’s humbly apologetic, and I know I should let her off the hook, because really it isn’t her fault. Trista Adams, my beautifully perfect, kind, and compassionate best friend, to which no one else could ever compare. Really, it’s her father’s fault; he’s where my curses should be directed. If he hadn’t taken that job transfer, they wouldn’t have moved five hundred miles away.

Ashamed of myself for letting Trista feel even a morsel of guilt, or that this is in any way her fault or choice, I reciprocated her apology. “Don’t be sorry. I’m the one who’s sorry, Trista. This has got to be harder on you.” I’m at least in familiar surroundings.

“I’m almost to my first class now.”

“Then I should hang up. I would hate for you to have your phone confiscated because of me.” I moved to my full-length mirror. Looking at my reflection it was hard to miss the resemblance to my mother; I share her pale blue eyes, fair skin, and long, dark curls. This has always pleased my mother, having me look like her—I guess I kind of like it too.

“Dani, before I go, there’s something I need to say.” She sounded serious. “I know how determined you are to stick to your plan…”

What’s wrong with my plan?! Study hard, play soccer even harder, slide through high school under the radar, and above all, avoid the distraction of boys. It’s a good plan, a solid plan, one that’s worked so far.

“This might be the year, Dani…”

I interrupted her. “Don’t! You’ve seen the boys at school.”

“I’m just saying, since we no longer have each other to lean on and are already pushed out of our comfort zone, why not open ourselves to new possibilities?”

“Ugh!” I groaned into the phone.

“Gotta go! Talk to you soon, Dani.” And the line fell silent.
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