Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

It was as though they had been forced to take the money rather than deliberately sell her brother’s heart out of greed for the cash. Ellen came out to the balcony and saw the RV outside with its lights on; a tall figure could be vaguely seen moving around in it. At the sight. of this, she felt a knot in her stomach. He’s really staying here.

Hearing the sound of a text message on her phone in the room, she involuntarily got back to her bed and saw the text message sent by Jared. It read, ‘Aren’t you gonna sleep yet?’

She let out a sigh and texted him back, ‘You should go back.” The man was quite stubborn, though. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay where you are! ‘I don’t need you to care about me.’

‘I just want to care about my girlfriend’ Ellen bit her lip. Not knowing how to define their relationship, she decided not to reply to the text message.

Just then, another text message beeped in. It read, ‘I’m watching you.”

Startled, she came out to the balcony with the phone in her hand and saw the man standing next to the RV and staring up in her direction. Despite the distance between them, she could vaguely perceive his steady, intense gaze.

It read, ‘Sleep early. See you tomorrow.” She even saw Jared wave to her in the moonlight before blowing her a kiss. After being stunned for a few seconds, she returned to her room with her heart

man in the RV outside. She thought of lots of things, including how Jared had looked on the verge of death at ten years old. She also wondered why she

would never have told her the truth behind her brother’s heart donation. It was like there was an imperceptible force that led her to meet him and learn about all of this. Could her

in his hand. Despite having a dressing

causing me trouble right when I get a little interested in her. Seems like it’s not gonna be easy to steal her

sun rose from the east early the next morning, sparkling dewdrops were still clinging to the RV.

in the RV

assistant, came over with a set of breakfast

sat down, drinking coffee while keeping an eye on the third floor. The autumn wind tousled his dark hair in the sun, but the

windy here, President Presgrave. Would you like to drink your coffee inside?” Stanley asked with