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

Groaning, I groggily wake up but with little to no memory of what happened. What's going on, why can't I feel my legs...or move my arms? Just the thought of lack of movements gets me worried, fluttering my eyes open, they hurt the moment I do; due to the assault of the brightness. What the hell? 


"Well... well. Look who finally decided to wake up," a voice says, but it sounds so groggy. 


Even so, everything seemed to be muffled. Oh, that's right! I was in an accident. 


A fist greets my beautiful cheek, making my head swing to the other side while hearing the sound of metal slapping together. It takes a moment to get out of my half-asleep, half-dead-like state. Fuck. What kind of drugs did they inject my ass with? I can't seem to focus. 


 It takes me a while to gather that the metal sounds, I hear are chains, and I'm attached to them by my arms above my head as something splashes upon my face. 


The Omega