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

Waking up to something wet, I immediately know what, or better yet, who it is. "Morning boy," I croaked out, as Demon barked happily. 


I don't feel like getting up, but just my luck; my brothers come barging into the room. All of them were screaming ‘Good morning.’ It's just too early for this much energy. 


"Aren't you supposed to lead by example? You do know you're older than these three." I lightly scold Damion pointing to the three little pricks who are currently cuddling the hell out of me. 


"Psssh. You're the eldest now, so I get a free pass," Damion retorted. "Besides, Tyler sent us up. The dude has been here since early morning," the sneaky bastard says. Wait. Did he say, early morning? 


Peeking at the clock, it's eight o'clock in the morning. Hmm... I slept well then. Chasing my nosey brothers out, I head towards the bathroom to do my morning routine. Turning on the faucet, splashing my face with warm water then looked at myself in the mirror. 


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