The Destiny Which God Never Wrote
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Isla Reyes never believed in God- but she believed in him.
Aurelian Wrenmore, the young priest with eyes full of scripture and sorrow, was the one man she was never meant to love. And yet, in the quiet corners of a cold countryside chapel, their hearts betrayed their fates. In the hush between hymns, a forbidden loved bloomed- holy in feeling sinful in name.
When fate brings them face-to-face once more, she must confront the truth: can a love so pure, so powerful, ever be truly erased?
He wore his vows like chains
She wore her longing like skin
She would love him in silence
He would ache for her in prayer
A tale of longing, sacrifice and unrequited love "The Destiny Which God Never Wrote" will take you on an emotional journey of heartbreak and hope.
"She loved a man of God.
He chose the heavens _
Until death let him choose her"
Because some destinies are not written by God-
They're carved into stars, sealed in silence, and born again in the afterlife.
A story of passion, sacrifice, and the kind of love that defies the divine.
By~ Amara Wrenleigh
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