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

Christmas. A festival I once worshiped, and a season I had cherished very much. The holiday that once brought forward precious and happy moments. Now, it no longer holds those memories, instead, it holds pain, sadness along with emptiness. It's also the season that has taken the life of my mother. 


It's been six years since I've celebrated the holiday and six years since I've seen snow. It's like my mom took the snow with her the moment she died. It was her favorite season; she would get very excited and happy every Christmas. 


But I've grown to hate the holiday. Yet, here I am. Sitting in Tyler's slick black renegade jeep, heading to his family's cabin to celebrate the holiday. 


I can only imagine the looks we'll be getting. Just because Tyler's parents accept me, does not mean his entire family does. I saw the worried glint in his eyes when Victoria mentioned this trip. The best Christmas I ever had was so long ago; I was only seven years old. 


Christmas With The Greyson’s Pt.1