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The Destiny of Kayla Stone

Chapter 3 The Turmoil

Word Count: 1140    |    Released on: 19/09/2024

night air doing little to dispel the ache in my chest. I was in a daze of confusion and sadness. I could not

it brought no comfort. The house, with its ivy-covered walls and the soft glow of

the night. Home. The smell-baking bread, earthy herbs, and a

my voice echoing i

l for the freedom. It's been just the two of us ever since m

ir with threadbare upholstery-a very comfortabl

was unraveling, or like some piece of tightly pulled thread coming loose, the ceremo

looked up to see my little brother, Dan

re you home so late?" His v

ral. "Hey, Danny. I just really didn't

and his eyes searched my face. "You d

the tears at bay. "It didn't go

m so sorry. I know how much you w

thought that we had something special. But he said I

grip. He said, "That's not true. You're the strongest person I

ainst the storm of doubts that raged within me. "Maybe he's right. M

not weak, Kayla. I've seen you face challenges before. This i

eful smile. "Thanks, Da

rt. At last, Danny rose to his feet, letting his hand rest on my shoulder. "Well

d nothing but enhance the feeling of loneliness. I stood up and walked to the kitchen; hoping a cup of tea

the cold refusal from Roman, right back into my mind. I couldn't fathom why he hadn't accepted me. The whispere

d added the teabag, watching as the water turned into a warm, soothing brown. I took a sip,

toward the hallway, expecting Eliza or Roman to walk in. Instead, the doo

y way to the front room. The room was kind of dark, being li

e. It wasn't labeled-no markings of any kind that I could see. I reached down to

slid out the single paper inside that was filled with v

r K

t about forces beyond your understanding. You have a potential that you have not yet dis

eed. Your true journey is only beginning. Seek the truth,

Fr

this? Hidden potential, a journey I was supposed to take. Although it str

rs traced the elegant script, my thoughts racing. What did it mean, if there was more to Roman's rejection? If there w

eeling a mixture of hope and fear. Perhaps there was something more to this life of mine than I ha

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