Taken By Destiny
Sixteen year old Lucy Harper is an average, happy girl with a good life. One decision plucks her from the life she knows in America to an unfamiliar London where she is a stranger to everyone. This mysterious place forces Lucy to realize that in life, we have to fight for those we love. We must make sacrifices.
The longer Lucy stays in this place the more odd things begin to happen. Ominous dreams stain her sleep, where she encounters a strange girl who brings about more questions than answers. The mystery deepens with the presence of a boy shrouded in intrigue. In time Lucy learns that her presence in this place means more to some than others. In time she learns what she is fighting, and what is worth fighting for.
As she fights for those she loves, she is faced with a destiny she never thought possible.
Interview
Sixteen year old Lucy Harper is an average, happy girl with a good life. One decision plucks her from the life she knows in America to an unfamiliar London where she is a stranger to everyone. This mysterious place forces Lucy to realize that in life, we have to fight for those we love. We must make sacrifices.
The longer Lucy stays in this place the more odd things begin to happen. Ominous dreams stain her sleep, where she encounters a strange girl who brings about more questions than answers. The mystery deepens with the presence of a boy shrouded in intrigue. In time Lucy learns that her presence in this place means more to some than others. In time she learns what she is fighting, and what is worth fighting for.
As she fights for those she loves, she is faced with a destiny she never thought possible.
Interview
1. Please tell the readers a bit about yourself.
Hi, call me Rose. I am in first year of college, I have a great passion for dancing. I love football, painting and hanging out with my friends.
2. What types of books do you write?
I have about 20 story ideas ready, all are YA Romance, mostly contemporary and suspenseful. I love the books where hero finally woes his heroine and those having realistic points. I am currently also starting a Fantasy [Magical] story, let's see where it gets.
3. How many books have you written?
On Wattpad, only one is on-going 'Taken By Destiny' and a collection of short love stories 'Laugh With Me, Cry With Her.' And I am focusing on them, as I usually focus on one story at a time. However, in future, many more are to come, since I have plots and all ready.
4. What movie and/or book are you looking forward to this year?
I just watched 'Hunger Games- Catching Fire', it was just awesome. But now, I am looking forward to a Hindi movie, 'Dhoom 3' and book by Ruthie Knox- 'Deeper'.
5. What type of books do you enjoy reading?
I enjoy reading Mysteries, I am die-hard fan of Sherlock Holmes, Agatha Christie and Nancy Drew. But, I also crave for romances where hero and heroine have to face all the difficulties of the world for coming together. Because when they do, that feeling is so satisfying. But give me any book, I would read it, as I simply love reading.
6. If you were stranded on a desert island what three things would you want with you?
Um, 1. Chocolates, like loads of it.
2. My laptop, can't leave it alone.
3. And a two room small Beach House.
7. Are you considering a sequel?
Nope, the entire story finishes in Book one and I don't want to lengthen it unnecessarily.
8. What inspired you to become a writer?
Um, by birth I had that annoying trait of day dreaming. I was always making short stories of them, because if I don't write them down, the voices in my head give me headache. And Wattpad gave me platform to share my stories.
Excerpt
He gently plucked one and taking her hands in his, he kept one there. Even then, though only 2 years older than her, he was already a gentleman.
“Until next time, Mon amie.”
As he walked away her heart had fluttered and a glowing sweet liquid had pooled in it. She remembered his words as she remembered him. He had called her ‘his friend’ and that was the end of her.
Or rather, we should say a new beginning of an epic era had started. An era filled with love, pain, heartbreak, jealousy, hatred and anger. From that day she had started writing their story—their story which was going to be recalled in incessant generations. It was going to be no common story for people.
In her mind, he had already been vowed to her and her love had taken a new path. Tentacles of sensation, wonder and awe for him had ripened in her heart. From that day, from that moment forth, his soul had become hers.
And years may pass, people may die, gut-wrenching cries may be heard, she wouldn’t care. She would make sure it remained like that.
As she glanced at her rotting corpse, she couldn’t help but relive her last moments. She was absorbed in loving him that she couldn’t foresee her own destruction. She had never predicted that his demons would come after her too. For the girl who was in love with him, she was foolish and childish.
But she just couldn’t help it, and so she started paving her way in his heart—paving it by clutching it hard until it became trash. The last look he had given her had extinguished the fire within her soul, making it light and irreparable. She had died that day with everything she had.
From the second she died, she loathed him. Even in black waters where she had lost herself, she couldn’t forget the pain of her death, of her last breath. They said that death is peaceful, that death is our last memory, but they never said it was immortal. They had never told that it stays with us with our sin and our virtue. She was never told that it haunts us, even in heaven and in hell.
In a matter of minutes, she was gone from the world, only to be born with more strength, with a strong retribution. She floated in shadows, she craved for the dark, she swallowed his weakness, and she attacked. This time, her attack was brutal and with a sheer excitement passing through her, she had dragged his heart down with her. Her laugh had been downright cruel as she watched his destruction.
“Until next time, Mon amie.”
As he walked away her heart had fluttered and a glowing sweet liquid had pooled in it. She remembered his words as she remembered him. He had called her ‘his friend’ and that was the end of her.
Or rather, we should say a new beginning of an epic era had started. An era filled with love, pain, heartbreak, jealousy, hatred and anger. From that day she had started writing their story—their story which was going to be recalled in incessant generations. It was going to be no common story for people.
In her mind, he had already been vowed to her and her love had taken a new path. Tentacles of sensation, wonder and awe for him had ripened in her heart. From that day, from that moment forth, his soul had become hers.
And years may pass, people may die, gut-wrenching cries may be heard, she wouldn’t care. She would make sure it remained like that.
As she glanced at her rotting corpse, she couldn’t help but relive her last moments. She was absorbed in loving him that she couldn’t foresee her own destruction. She had never predicted that his demons would come after her too. For the girl who was in love with him, she was foolish and childish.
But she just couldn’t help it, and so she started paving her way in his heart—paving it by clutching it hard until it became trash. The last look he had given her had extinguished the fire within her soul, making it light and irreparable. She had died that day with everything she had.
From the second she died, she loathed him. Even in black waters where she had lost herself, she couldn’t forget the pain of her death, of her last breath. They said that death is peaceful, that death is our last memory, but they never said it was immortal. They had never told that it stays with us with our sin and our virtue. She was never told that it haunts us, even in heaven and in hell.
In a matter of minutes, she was gone from the world, only to be born with more strength, with a strong retribution. She floated in shadows, she craved for the dark, she swallowed his weakness, and she attacked. This time, her attack was brutal and with a sheer excitement passing through her, she had dragged his heart down with her. Her laugh had been downright cruel as she watched his destruction.
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