My works #2. /'destini/ noun · the events that will necessarily happen to a particular person or thing in the future. · the hidden power believed to control future events; fate. ° ° ° "S'okay, just breathe" she said soothingly, trying to rid him of a panic attack as she cupped his face, her eyes softening when they made eye contact to see the panic in his face. "Deep breathes" she demonstrated, placing her forehead onto his as she caressed his face, getting lost in green orbs that resembled the greek sea. But a boisterous shout from behind them cause her to snap out of the daze like state she was falling into. "There they are, CATCH THEM!!" "Shit! let's go" She grabbed his hands sprinting across the road and through the busy crowd of the market, pushing through people. Glancing behind her, she saw them hot on their trail and ducked down running through the crowd, taking a swift turn to throw them off as they ran through an alley way,climbing up a high concrete fence and onto the rocky rooftop terrace of a two story building. When they heard voices coming down the alley, she quickly bent down to pick up stones from off the ground, pelting it down at the men who were after them. "We don't have much time leo, we need to jump" she said as they ran to the other side of the building, looking at the gap between the two building and how far they would have to jump to get to the other building. "B-but, I-I can't,I don't k-know if I coul-" "Leo you can!! if we don't, then we'll be caught and throw behind a cell..Just- do you trust me?" "...yes" he breathed out, still a bit hesitant but his trust in her was overshadowing his fear of not making it over to the other side. "Then we do this together, side by side" she grabbed his hands backing away from the edge of building to get a jumpstart. "STOP THOSE THEIVES!! QUICK, DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY!!" "Now" she squeezed his hand before letting go as they ran,jumping off the build

My Works #1 Adela James. A seventeen year old girl who have been through a lot in her young life. Ever since witnessing the death of her parents in a car incident, twelve year old Adela was left traumatized and getting put into CPS only made it worse for her; both mentally and physically. Five years later and the only thing constant in her life is the feeling of loneliness, hurt and anger for having to deal with a mental illness. Dancing is how she copes with everything she've experienced, are experiencing. It's the only thing that's keeping her sane from her not so sane mind, an escape from her reality and that thing called life. Demetrius Jean-Pierre. A Young Successful Entrepreneur and Architectural Businessman. While he made it look easy being a young black man from the hood to start his own Architectural business at the age of twenty-one, it wasn't easy considering all the hardships he had to go through.Two years later and Jean-Pierre now owns several restaurants in different states and a recreational centre in his hometown, with his architecture business still thriving. Young, Handsome, Educated and Successful. Was like music to any women ears, a tune they couldn't help but dance along to. Not that he minded it one bit, since he was a known womanizer, it also didn't help that all the women he ever encounter always threw themselves at him. Well, all except one.... ✳ DISCLAIMER: [SLOW UPDATES AHEAD]