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EROTICA, FANTASY, FICTION, PARANORMAL, ROMANCE, THRILLER

Destiny: The Awakening, T.J. Phull  JANUARY 1, 2018

Destiny trying not to live in her mother, Kara-ana's, shadow, and she finds herself in a historic battle of good versus evil, where she finds out who she truly is and what her destiny holds.


The Awakening is a poignant novel in which the reader is taken on an epic journey

Destiny: The Awakening is a poignant novel in which the reader is taken on an epic journey of love, loss, good and evil and many more powerful, influential themes. Destiny can only be described as a sensational novel that will keep readers entertained for hours on end; this wonderful book that is a  compelling piece of literature that will provoke your thinking and make you fall madly in love with writing all over again! T.J. Phull, this author of this beautiful novel is a phenomenal writer who knows to keep the reader entertained, her words made me addicted to this story, and so I would implore all of you lovely readers to read this incredible book!

The Awakening is sensational. The world building courtesy of the talented author, T.J. Phull is magnificent.

The story of Destiny: The Awakening is sensational. The world building courtesy of the talented author, T.J. Phull is magnificent. Her long, descriptive sentences made me fall madly in love with the places we encounter. What I adored the most about this book was the fact that Phull has managed to keep me entertained from the first sentence to the very last. T.J. Phull is a talented, well-accomplished author and this was evident to me from very early on. Her book takes the reader on an extraordinary journey which will leave them breathless at many moments, her twists and turns will leave the reader enthralled from beginning to end. Phull is talented because she injects these twists and turns at the most perfect moments to shock, entertain and captivate her reader. What I adored about Phull the most is her flawless execution and creation of her characters.  The characterization is absolutely phenomenal, and so I am wildly impressed with how effortlessly she appeared to do this! Her characters and their dialogue between each other flows beautifully from one page to the next, and so, Phull truly is a fantastic author!


Summarize

  To summarize my thoughts on the charismatic novel that is Destiny: The Awakening; I would say if you are a reader who is looking for an enthralling, captivating, engrossing read that will keep you entertained for hours on end then this wonderful book is for you! 


EROTICA, FANTASY, FICTION, PARANORMAL, ROMANCE, THRILLER

Destiny: The Awakening, T.J. Phull Destiny trying not to live in her mother, Kara-ana's, shadow, and she finds herself in a historic battle of good versus evil, where she finds out who she truly is and what her destiny holds.

CONTEMPORARY FICTION, FICTION, ROMANCE

AT  THE  BEGINNING,  Destiny couldn’t understand why she was couldn’t understand why she was hearing these voices since childhood. She hadn’t really understood what they were telling her until after what happened happened. Then what would be the point. But she noticed that as she got older, she could help her friends with the information that was spoken into her mind. Her mother always called her earth’s Destiny. If she was earth’s Destiny, then earth was fucked.


But she took the name because she was born Neo-Mania Jiva Soto. And she seriously hated that fucking name. When she got older, Destiny looked up her name. Seemed that name was important to her parents because neo meant “new.” And in Latin, mania meant “mother of souls.” Strangely enough, it also meant a mood that was abnormally elevated arousal energy level. That sounded more like her parents to Destiny. They were always aroused. Her parents were so different from the surrounding people, and she swore to God they were some type of aliens.


Growing up, she had noticed they had gifts or were cursed. They could do things that Destiny knew damn well was not humanly possible. She couldn’t get away with anything at all; they seemed to know it all. She didn’t know if they were evil, but she doubted it. They had made some drug that helped people with their learning and the neural system. Destiny didn’t think evil people did that. Her parents even won the Nobel Peace Prize for it.


Destiny had asked them why they were the way they were. But all her mother would tell her was “You are not ready. When you are ready, you will know all without me telling you.”

Her mother, whose name was Kara-Ana, was a strong woman. She didn’t take shit from anyone, and she spent time finding new ways to help improve the world. Her father, Vladimir—Destiny felt everyone should run from. He looked like some tall Inca-Amazon Indian with the ability to go crazy. Destiny saw him get angry once, and that was something she would never ever want to see again. After seeing that, she had stayed away from him for a few days.


When she was a teen, she thought perhaps they were some sort of vampires. She went around hanging crosses all around the house. It didn’t work, and they walked past the crosses and walked in the daylight. Her parents were healthy and ate fresh and organic food.

Destiny couldn’t have a pizza unless she had balanced it off with the other foods from the fucking food pyramid. She had just wanted to be a normal kid. Destiny remembered looking around the house for drugs but couldn’t find any. So they were really the way they were just because they were that way.


She did love them, but Destiny was no fool. At their age, they should not look her age. Not even plastic surgery was that good. Destiny also noticed growing up that they had sometimes glowed in the dark. Their veins looked as if they were branches of lightning. And she knew her uncle Wilhelm was no damn uncle. One time, Destiny snuck down to the first floor where they slept. They never wanted her on the main floor near the exit and entrance doors because they said it could be dangerous. They always had these invisible enemies— literally. So they always protected the home from the seen and unseen dangers.


Destiny had seen things that whispered in the night attack them, but easily failed. A couple of times, Destiny snuck down and she would see them engaged with each other. All three of them! it was like if her mother was married to two men. It was seriously disturbing, and she could never (nor did she ever want to) bring friends over. She would tell her friends, “Hey, my dad is married to a woman and a man.” Although Wilhelm was there, her dad ignored his attention. If Wilhelm would try to touch her dad, he would walk away and smile—like he was flirting and teasing, but not allowing. He would only allow Wilhelm to touch him if Mom was with them.


But he didn’t accept Wilhelm’s advances without Mom. He seemed to just have a problem with the intimacy without the female. Destiny felt that was the way he could still feel manly, even though he desired the company of another man. It was sad to Destiny seeing Wilhelm touch her dad’s hand, and he would just pull away and walk away. She knew he loved him, but there was something that prevented him to show it. She did sometimes see Wilhelm looking rejected, and her dad would go to him and let him hold his hand or hug him. Destiny also knew they would kiss, also because she would be sneaking and watching. But again, only in the company of her mom.


Her father followed her mom around like a puppy and sometimes grew jealous when Uncle Wilhelm got more attention than him from Mom. Mom treated Wilhelm like her special little project, always making sure he was smiling or happy. Her father sometimes would be angry, but he never fought with him. But you could clearly see it in his face. Destiny felt her mom was like some seductive goddess. If her dad was upset, she would just go over to him and say one word or touch his hand. And puff—he would calm down, and there would be laughing and jokes. That was the only human part Destiny saw in them, when they would play around, smile, and joke with each other.


Destiny never knew where Wilhelm had fit in. But he went out of his way to try to protect them. She could see his love for them, and she knew he would die for them. And Destiny saw that her mother loved Wilhelm in a protective, caring, and nurturing way. Wilhelm seemed to keep the house calm. He kept them thinking consciously about things. She caught them cursing and drinking beer as they watched TV. But when she was around, they acted like robots. They had stable emotions and were very watchful of her. Yeah, they were not normal people, but yet they wouldn’t tell her why. She felt so different and distant from them, like they were purposely keeping her out the loop of things and life.


That’s why Destiny finish high school early to get from under them. They didn’t stop her either. They just said, “When you are ready, we will be here.” Who the fuck says that to their kids? “Here are your bags, we are here” was basically what Destiny felt they were saying. It was okay; she wanted to live a life without feeling she was different. But once she left, the whispers and voices from childhood became stronger. The unseen appeared, telling her about their life as a living being. Some were stuck because their death and life was unfinished. Figuring her parents knew this stuff would happen to her, and back to her name Jiva—which in Hinduism and Jainism means a “living being, immortal essence, or soul of a living being that survives physical death.”


Destiny never ever wanted people to know she was called “new mother of souls that survives physical death!” So she just chose Destiny. As she grew older and when she left her home, the whispers had become full voices. Sometimes it would seem as if the voices were her own. And sometimes the voices would be from another. But she could always sense whether or not it was female or male. She could see people and images also and didn’t need to put any effort into it. She used to wonder if she was maybe nuts or needed some kind of help. She might have had committed herself if the things she heard hadn’t actually been correct. Now she could not tell whom her true friends were anymore— because she had helped so many of her friends, and it became that they stopped asking her how she was feeling.


And they had just started on their own problems, begging for help and assistance. Who gives a fuck about how Destiny was feeling, right? So now she did not keep friends around her. She don’t need friends. Fuck them. She rather just avoided being used as some kind of psychic witch—which maybe she was.


Destiny felt she had a big heart, but noticed people felt she was a cold emotionless bitch. She wasn’t. She just didn’t know how to show people her feelings. Only when she was in a bad mood did feelings ever get hurt. But that was natural. Who did not ever hurt someone else’s feelings when they were moody? But at least, she wasn’t fake. It was funny to her how many fake people there were in this world. That’s how it was possible to come across so many fake people in a mere lifetime. No, she didn’t need friends or her parents, Destiny thought. Feeling irritated, she knew something big would happen today.



She got up to wash her crotch. God, why did Beth suck on her so hard? She never had a lesbian relationship before—never even considered it. But she didn’t feel Beth was a girlfriend, but just someone she loved to spend some intimate time with. Beth had that singer’s look, like from the group I Blame Coco—sexy yet aggressive. Destiny did not care whom she dated, male or female. She was attracted by personality. She neither looked for a male nor a female.


To Destiny, it was like whoever made her feel connected was the one she would be with. So she never felt she was lesbian or straight: she was just herself. She guessed she had some traits of her parents. Just a little. She never minded to connect to more than one person at a time either. She was not as monogamous as she thought she would be growing up. As an adult, she felt, why deny yourself of the interactions of others? Why miss out on life! If you are not married, live your life! Returning from the bathroom, Beth was up already and getting dressed.



Destiny watched her move about with her bouncy pretty flowing red hair. Destiny often wondered how Beth would look in a dress and some lipstick, but Destiny knew she would never find out. Destiny was a mere 5'2" to Beth’s 5'8" height. Beth was slender like a young lad, and Destiny was curvy as hell—but nowhere as curvy as her mom. And she wasn’t the kind of curvy with the tire around her waist. But she had D cups, a curvy ass, thick thighs, with no tummy and waist.



Destiny knew she cheated a little to get this shape. A few liposuctions here and there—hell, why not? You only live once, Destiny always had felt. Actors and singers do it all the time. Why not her? Why should she keep problem areas? Watching Beth adjust her B-cup bra, Destiny walked up to her and cupped one of Beth’s breasts in her right hand. Beth breathed hard and bent to kiss her. Destiny enjoyed flirting with Beth. She enjoyed Beth’s tongue all over her body.


They both were aggressive in nature, but Destiny just looked softer. But people learned not to let her looks fool them. Destiny may have had a vivacious body, but she kicked ass like a man and enjoyed doing so. Embracing Beth, Destiny whispered, “Take Fifth Avenue to work. The usual route will be backed up with an accident.” Beth grabbed Destiny’s ass and smirked. She gave a wondering glance and, with her unisex voice, said, “Okay, Mama.”

Beth gave Destiny one last rub, then turned to put on her sunglasses. Walking out, Beth screamed, “I am going to call you later, and you better pick up.” Smiling, Destiny replied, “Fuck you.”


And Beth screamed back, “Fucked you twice.” She then slammed the car door and drove away, leaving Destiny laughing. Destiny always gave the people she cared about warnings of danger or tips on things. Her gift or whatever people called it would help her through some tough cases. Speaking of cases, she had just gotten one this morning she needed to review. But first, she needed to make coffee. Some woman named Shelly was just killed last night near Fifth Avenue, and Destiny was going to solve this one!




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Shelly was tired of this shit. She had complained to the cops a dozen times about a peeping tom. She begged the cops and the chief to do something, but they told her that there was no crime in looking out one’s window. She had tried to change apartments, but there were no vacancies left in the building. Her apartment was rent-controlled, and Shelly couldn’t move. She felt she couldn’t afford anywhere else to go. She had to stay.But she was so scared. She felt that she was in danger. One day, Shelly saw the man masturbating while watching her from his window. Horrified, she called 911 again. When the cops came, they asked her, “Well, what were you wearing?” Was she cooking? Or maybe she was cleaning, moving in any sensual positions. And they both laughed.


Angry, she threatened to report them. They just laughed and said “Go ahead, lady. But next time, wear a maid’s uniform.” Shelly wrote their names and badge numbers down and made notes to report them for their sexual comments and neglect of the law. But that night, the cops sent their friends. They had knocked on the door, and when she answered it, the two cops said someone had complained of noise in the apartment. She knew it was some sort of scare tactic. She knew the complaint was not real.


So she pushed the cops apart gently, walking in the hall screaming, “There was no noise in my apartment, so whoever made that complaint needs to mind their business.” The cops looked scared and said, “Okay, okay, calm down—it must have been a mistake. Sorry for disturbing you.” Oh yeah. Shelly had known that they tried to intimidate her, and that’s why she screamed in the hall so there would be witnesses. Never in her twelve years of living here did she ever have problem. Not until this man moved in. Shelly knew everyone except that pervert. The next day, Shelly went to buy shades and curtains, and took down the blinds. For days, she felt like a prisoner in her own home. She had the urge to look out the window to see if he was still there coming to peep at her, but she fought it.


One day, as she was having her breakfast, there was a knock on her door. Shelly answered the door, and the man from across the street was there in front of her. Just standing in her doorway! Shelly tried to push the door shut, but he pushed it back open hard, knocking her to the floor. Crawling backward, she said, “Please don’t. Please, what is it you want!”

The peeper closed the door and moved toward her. Shelly got up to run, but he pointed a gun at her and smiled. Shelly froze and covered her eyes with her hands and started crying. The perp said, “Put this on now.” Opening her eyes, she saw it was handcuffs, and she started crying more.


The peeper hit Shelly until she fell backward onto the floor. He then turned her over, putting her hands behind her back and handcuffing her, making sure they were locked. He then pulled her to her knees. Blood was pouring from her left eye where he had hit her. All Shelly could see was him unzipping his pants. He rubbed on his dick then stood in front of her.

Masturbating himself, he moaned, “Oh yes, yes . . . you are my little fucking whore! I finally have you now. I am going to fuck you like the bitch that you are!”


Pulling her hair, he told her to open up her mouth. Opening her mouth, the perp placed his dick into her mouth. It smelled so bad, Shelly tried not to gag. Holding her head tight and close to him, he shoved his dirty smelly dick deep into her mouth. He pushed in and out as hard and fast as he could. Shelly whined as she gagged on his cock, and wished she was absent from this place. Shelly wanted to disappear. Pulling himself from her mouth, he held on to his dick and looked at her. He then pushed her backward onto the floor, and Shelley screamed and cried. He started to punch and beat her wildly.


The pain was so great, all she could do was stop. Breathing through her now swollen lips, it felt as if she was going to pass out. Kneeling down beside her, he parted her legs, and he lay between them. He dived deep inside and began moaning. Holding on to her, he dove so deep that Shelly’s body climaxed, and she cried. Wrapping his hands around her neck, he squeezed and choked her as he pushed into her faster. Shelly couldn’t breathe. She tried to kick, but he was too heavy and deeply inserted in her. The movements of her struggles just made him choke her harder as he moaned louder and thrust deeper. Feeling him spray inside her, Shelly closed her eyes. Feeling gratified, he moaned as he squeezed the last breath from her.


Standing there looking down at herself, she tried to punch, kick, and yell at the perp—but no efforts were met. She watched how he poured and brushed her mouth out with bleach. He was trying to clean the evidence of his fluids from her body and vagina. Finishing up, he packed up the cleaning stuff. Shelly wanted to yell out “Hey, I paid 3.99 for that stuff each!” but nothing escaped. The perp left her apartment, and she bent down to look at herself. She was so angry. Suddenly, this doorway opened. It wasn’t like the doorways she had heard about when people talked about near-death experiences. She felt that there was no heaven on that side of the door. She was afraid to approach it, but the light was inviting like it was calling out to her.


She thought maybe she would be like a bug lured into the light only to be eliminated by electricity or something like a trap. But Shelly knew she had to go there; she had nowhere else to go. So she got up and walked into it. She was now facing someone who was sitting doing paperwork. She looked like a little doll that was just put together. She was a tiny little thing. Her eyes were hazel mixed with green and blue. Her hair was brown with blond streaks, as if the sun had kissed it. Maybe that would explain her tanned skin and Chinese eyes? Or maybe perhaps she was a mixed race of some type, Shelly had thought.


It was as if she was put together in some sort of video game to make some perfect aviator for men to drool over. Shelly knew brown was in. But certainly, she didn’t have to worry about that anymore, for her pale ass was dead. Shelly watched as the beautiful woman got up. Shelly watched as the woman rubbed her arms with her hands as if she had felt a chill. Walking to the window, Shelly saw her checking for what Shelly thought was for a breeze. Taking her eyes of the woman for a moment, Shelly turned and saw three more people. And yet they were not people. Not in a sense. They seemed to be spirits.


One was a woman that looked like the one that was checking the windows. The difference was this one was taller, thinner, and had fuller breasts and rump. Sort of like a black woman’s ass, which Shelly loved to call bubble butts. Shelly had loved all cultures, but her parents always kept her away from even making any friends with people who were not white. And these people she was looking at were very different. One man that stood with the woman was tall with long black hair and blue eyes. He was covered in tats and had Chinese eyes, but didn’t appear Chinese. His skin was tanned, and his body was tattooed all over. She was figuring maybe Native American of some type. These days, you really couldn’t tell. But the other one was really dark with blue eyes. He had blond kinky hair. “So weird,” Shelly had thought. Maybe they were all some type of Polynesian people. And she didn’t know why she was brought to these ethics.


Shouldn’t she be brought to people that looked like herself? Shelly always thought that when you die, you always faced the kind of people you lived around. Shelly thought maybe she was black, and these were distinct family members that would be cool. She did hear rumors of her family owning slaves, and her great-great-great-grandmother was actually a passer or had passed for white but was actually black. But there was never any sure evidence. But this would be the only reason Shelly could understand why she was there.


But Shelly could tell there was something totally off about them. Although yes, they were spirits—but they seemed to have a glow to them. Their eyes, veins, and hands had reminded her of her Reiki class. Her mom had made her go. These spirits had looked so dangerous, and Shelly figured they were not at all angels. “What are they?” Shelly had looked and wondered. “And why are they all here?”


Maybe they are hunting this woman, maybe they are ghosts. Looking at her own arms and hand, she thought, “Nope, they couldn’t be.” Looking at her own self, she appeared to be more of a mist. She was like a ghost; they had electrical charges running through them. They were here for a purpose.They looked so sinister, but Shelly had decided to go talk to them. She needed to know why she was there. As she approached, the two men went into protective mode, stepping in front of the woman. Shelly thought, “So they can be harmed.”


The woman had spoken, saying, “Move, Vladimir and Wilhelm, I am fine.” The tall one with the long hair said “OK, Kara-Ana” as if he was a puppy obeying his master. This was funny, for he appeared the most dangerous of them all. Sort of evil—at least to Shelly’s comprehension of what evil should look like. But damn, Shelly would have sold her soul to the devil just to sleep with this man. He was unbelievably attractive; they couldn’t have been human. They had to be some dark entities of some sort because God just didn’t make

perfect people like this.


If he did, it’s not fair that she got the genes that she was given. The woman, smiling, made Shelly feel anxious to find what was going on. She wasn’t really scared because she was already dead, and those feelings seemed pointless. But that woman’s smile—it just didn’t appear to be a natural thing for this woman to do. And Shelly wanted to know what she was up to. Was she stalking this other lady? Was she protecting her? Or was she here to collect Shelly’s soul?


Shelly suddenly heard the living woman starting to shuffle and work on her papers. Looking up from her papers, she said, “I know you are there, Mother and Fathers. I am busy, so go away. I am OK, there is no need to keep checking on me, OK! I am grown. I need my space. I will see you on Sunday, so please go. I must finish my work, and you are creeping me the hell out!” Shelly looked at the woman and thought, “Mother and Fathers. Of course. Who else would stand protecting if not parents!”


But Shelly still didn’t think these spirits were dead. The woman who was called Mother and Kara-Ana smiled and walked up to Shelly. She had taken Shelly’s hand, and she could see up close now how her energy was very different from theirs.The lady said, “Shelly dear, I came to make sure you didn’t mean my daughter harm. She is very stubborn. Like her mother. We can’t interfere in her choices, but we secretly watch over her. To answer your questions: yes, we are not dead. We are a mixed breed of species—both spiritual and body—from your world and another. Destiny is a product of both, but she has not come into her full gifts. She fights it most of the time.


"Dear Shelly, you are earthbound. You have business to finish. You are left in ghost form. You need to go to Destiny and make her help you. You need to walk up to her and touch her, allowing her body to absorb your energy. She will then be able to see what has happened to you. She can help you, and you can help her.


“The more she helps people, the more her abilities will open. She can then be awakened to the truth. We ask you one favor only. That when she does search you, you only think of your death. And if she searches more, think of a brick wall. She must not know too much about us until it’s time.”


Shelly nodded for she didn’t have her voice like they did. Turning from Shelly, the beautiful woman rejoined the two men. She went to the man with the long black hair and took his hand. The other man looked at them and smiled lovingly, then waved his hand and they were gone.“That is odd,” Shelly thought. A woman being with two men. One man looked like he was in love with her and the other man and looked like he was their protector. “What an odd extended family,” Shelly had thought. When Shelly was alive, the only man she could get was some pervert rapist. It must feel good to be a queen.


Walking to the woman’s daughter, Shelly hadn’t known what to do next. She tried to speak but, again, she couldn’t or wasn’t sure how. She didn’t know how to work this ghostly form for communicating. Kneeling down, she touched the woman’s arms as much as she could.

Destiny had goose bumps rising up and down her arms. Turning, she saw a white mist in the form of a person looking straight at her. Destiny was not the type to get afraid easily, and she sat and watched it as it bent closer to her. When spirits touched her, she would see her hand light up like her mother’s and her two dads’ did. She hated that!


Destiny was looking at her own arm in curiosity and amazement, for she had never seen it light up this bright before. Reaching out to touch the mist or ghost, the closer her hand got to it, the brighter she glowed. Standing up, she was now side by side with Shelly in the spirit.

“Great,” Destiny said, “I am my mother’s child. I was hoping I was adopted. Shit! What am I doing out of my body? Why have you called on me?”Shelly ran to her and hugged her, and she wouldn’t let go. Pushing away, Destiny said, “Hey hey hey! Hold on! White lady, calm yourself down.”


Letting go, Shelly said, “OK, sorry, Polynesian lady.” Destiny snapped, “I am not Polynesian. I am American, thank you very much! And what is a Polynesian anyway?” Shelly smiled crookedly and said, “It’s different cultures that you resemble— like New Zealand, Fiji, Hawaii, Samoa. And since I can’t tell the difference . . .”Well, that’s rude!” Destiny said.“OK, well, you started it! Why would you call me White Lady!” "Does it matter?” Destiny looked at Shelly. Smirking, she said, “No, not really, lady. It just came out that way. I don’t need a lecture on prejudice. I live through it all my life, miss.”Does it matter?” Destiny looked at Shelly. Smirking, she said, “No, not really, lady. It just came out that way. I don’t need a lecture on prejudice. I live through it all my life, miss.”


“Well then, why inflict what you go through on others?” Shelly said sadly. Destiny looked at Shelly and said, “You are dead, what do you care? But trust me, lady—color and culture don’t matter to me. My parents are all fucked up, OK. It was a spontaneous reaction to you and you alone. And umm you are literally white . . . smoke . . . mist. Damn it, lady, you are dead! So what do you want? Why am I here?”


Shelly said, “You need to help me, and I am not to take no for an answer. Just please, I am supposed to show you something, and I need you to touch me or do whatever you are supposed to do!” “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about, lady. I need to do my work. I have a case to review. I don’t even know how I am standing here like this with you. Did my mom put you up to this? Did she tell you to do something to me? She’s a sneaky woman, if I ever saw one. You know she is not normal.”


Shelly shook her head and said, “I don’t know your mother, lady. And you are not quite normal either. The hell if I know what you are. For I am a ghost—I guess that’s what they call it. And yet you are not in your body, and you look like some really bright being with lots of lightning running throughout her body. You look like some superhero. And if I didn’t see your original form, I would have thought you were an alien. So since you look like this superhero, I need you to do your superhero stuff and help me.


“I see on your desk there are police medals, so your purpose is to serve the people. All the people. Be my superhero. I need your help. I have been murdered. My name is Shelly Goodman. No one would listen to me when I was alive. They all had laughed and taunted me in the police station where I lived.


“They allowed this evil prick to hurt and kill me. He humiliated my body without permission. As a woman, don’t you have any remorse for a fellow woman for what these men have done to me? Don’t you care?” “Of course I care. This is the case I have been trying to work on all night since my girlfriend Beth left. I care a lot! I never indicated that I didn’t. It is my job to care. More than that, my responsibility is not just to women but everyone. I am just moody. I apologize. I am only twenty-two. I still have a way to go before I understand the world like you old people,” Destiny admitted.


“What!” Shelly yelled. “I was only twenty-one when this man killed me.” “Oh, then damn, girl, ever heard of sunblock? Damn, thought you was almost near forty!”“You are impossible! I need your help, miss,” Shelly spat. “It’s Destiny, miss—Destiny. And I don’t know how to help you, Shelly. I really don’t,” Destiny said.“Please, please help me, Ms. Destiny, so that I can rest in peace. Please, please!”


Destiny had wanted to scream and yell “Leave me the fuck alone.” But something inside her was growing—maybe her heart, maybe her conscience. She didn’t know, and it irritated her. She said, “OK, come here. Embrace me. I will try to see what will happen, but I am not promising you anything.” “Thank you! That is all I asked is that you try—that is all. And I appreciate it,” Shelly cried.“Yeah yeah—just shut up and let’s do this, okay?” Destiny smirked. Walking toward Destiny, Shelly embraced her. It felt so good. For some


reason, it reminded her of home. It reminded her of comfort, and it reminded her of peace. But Destiny didn’t remember ever experiencing anything like that at home. Destiny held on tighter.“Why was this woman so tough?” Shelly thought. “What was she hiding? Why not accept herself? If she had the gifts that Destiny had, she would help everyone she could. What is it that she was so scared of?”


Shelly didn’t want to let go of Destiny. She was feeling that if she did, she would lose this wholeness she was feeling. Shelly agreed that this woman was far from normal. Still holding on tight, Destiny felt her eyes tighten; a glare of light radiated from it. Suddenly, she could see every horrific thing that that man had done to Shelly. Destiny couldn’t help but feel anger. She felt like an avenger, and she knew she had to bring this evil man down before he does it to another person. And when she was done taking him out, Destiny wanted to help Shelly’s family hire a lawyer to bring a civil lawsuit against the police station. But first, she needed a trap to catch a rat! Pushing Shelly away gently, she said, “OK, I am going to catch this deviant. He’s going to pay for what he did. I have a plan.”



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EROTICA, FANTASY, FICTION, PARANORMAL, ROMANCE, THRILLER

Destiny: The Awakening, T.J. Phull  JANUARY 1, 2018

Destiny trying not to live in her mother, Kara-ana's, shadow, and she finds herself in a historic battle of good versus evil, where she finds out who she truly is and what her destiny holds.


The Awakening is a poignant novel in which the reader is taken on an epic journey

Destiny: The Awakening is a poignant novel in which the reader is taken on an epic journey of love, loss, good and evil and many more powerful, influential themes. Destiny can only be described as a sensational novel that will keep readers entertained for hours on end; this wonderful book that is a  compelling piece of literature that will provoke your thinking and make you fall madly in love with writing all over again! T.J. Phull, this author of this beautiful novel is a phenomenal writer who knows to keep the reader entertained, her words made me addicted to this story, and so I would implore all of you lovely readers to read this incredible book!

The Awakening is sensational. The world building courtesy of the talented author, T.J. Phull is magnificent.

The story of Destiny: The Awakening is sensational. The world building courtesy of the talented author, T.J. Phull is magnificent. Her long, descriptive sentences made me fall madly in love with the places we encounter. What I adored the most about this book was the fact that Phull has managed to keep me entertained from the first sentence to the very last. T.J. Phull is a talented, well-accomplished author and this was evident to me from very early on. Her book takes the reader on an extraordinary journey which will leave them breathless at many moments, her twists and turns will leave the reader enthralled from beginning to end. Phull is talented because she injects these twists and turns at the most perfect moments to shock, entertain and captivate her reader. What I adored about Phull the most is her flawless execution and creation of her characters.  The characterization is absolutely phenomenal, and so I am wildly impressed with how effortlessly she appeared to do this! Her characters and their dialogue between each other flows beautifully from one page to the next, and so, Phull truly is a fantastic author!


Summarize

  To summarize my thoughts on the charismatic novel that is Destiny: The Awakening; I would say if you are a reader who is looking for an enthralling, captivating, engrossing read that will keep you entertained for hours on end then this wonderful book is for you! 


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