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

We've been here for two days, and Dad keeps saying I need time to heal first before my training and it's starting to get on my nerves. 


Heal. That word should bring me some sort of comfort. Yet, all I feel is anger, resentment, and disappointment. I'll never fucking heal—emotionally that is. 


 "Hey, get some rest. You're going to need it after this week." Dad says beside me as we continued staring at the dancing flames of the campfire. 


 "Why?" I ask agitated, getting to my feet, preparing to walk off. Truth be told I've been snarky ever since we got here for no reason. 


"HEY!" Dad yells, grabbing my arm, turning me around to face him. "Drop the attitude, I'm trying to help you. But you need to help yourself first," he says gently as if I’m going to break. 


Nodding my head, Dad lets go of my arm and I immediately retreat to my tent. 


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