Latoya Hunt

"Never be weak, never be a victim."

When the 'Forgotten' becomes the 'Unforgettable'. 


Destiny’s mother ran from their ancestral home before she was even born.

She's the heir to not only one but two powerful bloodlines.

Eighteen years ago, the actions of her parents, which created both life and death, follow Destiny like a looming shadow. With a promise, a mark, and her only family heirloom, she returns to the place that started it all.

In the town called Rosewood within the land of Nebula.

Like her female ancestors before her, the stakes are high, and the odds are not in her favor.

But Destiny is unlike those who preceded her.

Destiny’s Tough.
Ruthless when Necessary.
And refuses to be the victim of unfairness.

She's coming for everything her family lost.

She's returning to reclaim and rebuild a once-powerful dynasty that the entire land of Nebula once feared.

But who is Destiny?

She's the child destined for greatness.


Follow along on the journey of a young woman who's on the path of reconstruction, self-discovery, and self-acceptance

And maybe, just maybe, she's got what it takes to break the chains of oppression binding others like her.

The Hawthorne Heir

Today's the Annual Rosewood High School Ball, which traditionally includes a father-daughter dance, and unfortunately, it's a must-attend for every student. 


 I had originally signed both Blue and German up as my dance partner, but we were notified that it's fathers only. Whether biological or adopted and unless he died or cannot attend for political reasons, you can have no other representative. 


Bullshit is more like it if you ask me. 


Tsk. I'm so going to be the joke of the night. I thought, scoffing. It is not like he would ever claim me in front of all those bastards anyway. I mean, he didn't let them know that he was more than just screwing my mother. Damn it! I'm getting pissed. I need to keep calm. 


Haven't seen Dante in over three weeks, and I'm starting to think he's avoiding me too. Which weirdly makes me kind of sad since I thought he would've fought harder for me, no matter what. 


"Yeah right," I scoffed out loud, dragging myself out of my room. 


First Step in Forgiveness