All Chapters of Reborn, Pregnant, and Plotting: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

No Lawyer, No Problem

“Silence.”The judge’s voice cracked through the courtroom, and the room that had been drowning in chaos finally quieted down. The screens above the walls still flashed with live comments, public votes, and case summaries, but the actual room went still enough for every breath to sound too loud. The defendant sat inside the enclosed cage in the center of the courtroom, her eyes closed, both hands resting over her round belly as if the entire court, the cameras, the angry lawyers, and the noble families watching from the upper balconies were nothing more than background noise she had already grown tired of hearing.Three lawyers and their representatives from the plaintiff’s side stood in front of the judge’s bench, still half-turned toward one another like they wanted to keep fighting even after being ordered to shut up. They had spent hours yelling over each other, not because they disagreed on Vera Ross’s guilt, but because each side wanted the harshest punishment attached to its ow

No Fathers, No Problem

Vera’s mouth pulled slightly, but it was not a smile. The original host had actually planned the whole thing, at least part of it, and Vera knew that. She had gone through the memories of the book enough to understand the desperation, the stupid plan, the sister who should have been in that room instead of her, and the trap that had turned into something much bigger than anyone expected. The original Vera had been scared, cornered, jealous, hungry for a way out, and stupid enough to believe one dangerous plan could give her a future. Vera understood desperation. She had lived beside it long enough to know how easily it could make a person reach for the wrong door. But understanding did not mean she planned to confess anything. Technically, the body had done it, not her. Technically, the woman they wanted to punish no longer existed in the way they thought she did. And in Vera’s mind, no harm was done by refusing to hand herself over to three noble houses that were already trying to

Three Years in Trash Paradise

“Your Honor, I do not have all day,” Vera said, her voice cutting through the courtroom before the lawyers could start another round of barking at each other. She kept one hand under her belly and the other pressed against the side of her cage, not because she needed support from fear, but because her back was killing her and she was tired of pretending this circus deserved her full strength. “Everyone is tired here. Maybe none of you understand what it means to be pregnant because I am the first woman in three hundred years to actually carry children, but maybe I need to spell this out for you. I am five months pregnant with three babies inside me. My back hurts. I am hungry. I have no powers, no lawyer, and no patience left to listen to this trial over and over again. The lawyers made their case. Their clients want nothing to do with the children. Am I right?”The courtroom went quiet again, but this time the silence had teeth. The judge looked down at the files in front of him, the

Congratulations, You Lost

The judge stared at her for half a second longer than necessary before sending his secretary to finalize the paperwork. He already felt beaten down by the situation. He could have given her a less harsh sentence if she had fought him. He could have delayed the case, ordered proper defense, demanded medical review, or pushed the noble houses into a compensation hearing. But Vera had agreed to everything on record, and she had shaped the order so cleanly that changing it now would expose the court more than protect it. The defendant did not look upset. She looked relieved, and that relief made the whole thing feel even more wrong. A pregnant human girl had just lost everything in the eyes of the court, yet she sat there like the court had handed her something useful by mistake.When the paperwork was ready, the cage opened with a low mechanical hiss. Vera stepped out without looking back at the lawyers. One guard reached toward her as if to help, then stopped when her eyes moved to his

Three Tiny Lights and One Big Plan

Vera sat inside the space car and finally let her shoulders drop. The guard had brought her water and a small snack, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. To him, this whole situation was ridiculous. He and his wife had spent every saving they had just to nurture one child from a tube, and those three men, who controlled most of the wealth and power in the galaxy, had managed to create three children without spending a single coin, without praying over a glass chamber, without selling pieces of their lives to afford a chance. He felt bad for the woman in front of him, but he could not understand why she was smiling after being sentenced to exile in the garbage sector.Vera did not explain herself. She leaned back against the seat, closed her eyes, and slipped into the space inside her mind. In her former life, she had collected everything she could get her hands on. Food, seeds, medicine, weapons, tools, books, water filters, old machines, spare parts, blankets, and anything else t

Welcome to Trash Paradise

The lights pressed closer. Vera held them for a long moment and let herself be gentle because here, no one could see it and mistake it for weakness. The apocalypse on Earth had made her cold because being kind got people killed. Trust did the same. She had watched good people die first, generous people get robbed, forgiving people get betrayed, and hopeful people get eaten because they believed someone would come back for them. The same thing happened in the book. The original Vera had been too loving, too forgiving, too desperate to be chosen. At the end, her children died, she died too, and the fathers did not get a happy ending either. Nobody won. Everyone just paid for being stupid too late.Unfortunately, the book had never truly cared about Vera. It had focused on another character and his brides. The dark lord loved three women who ended up married to the prince, the general, and the lord. Then the dark lord slaughtered everyone because his precious females were mistreated, an

Better Than Expected

“Ahh, this is amazing,” Vera said, stretching her arms above her head while the guard stared at her like she had lost her mind. “My paradise.”She started walking, and the farther she moved from the border line, the better she felt. Of course, no one in the galaxy with a working survival instinct would willingly step on this planet. Even the people who sent mentally collapsed citizens, beasts, criminals, and unwanted bloodlines here would never place their own polished boots on this ground. But if they did, if they stopped wrinkling their noses at the garbage long enough to feel the pulse under the dirt, they would understand this land was not dead at all. This sector healed. The air here was preserved, the soil was rich under all the waste, and with time, it could become much better than anything the galaxy imagined. Vera smiled again, though calling it a smile was not fully fair. She was grinning from ear to ear. Who would not? This place might have been called a garbage sector,

Just Watch What Mommy Can Do

Mutated humans were not that clean. Their powers came apart inside their bodies and rebuilt them wrong. Some grew bone plates through their skin, some leaked acid from their mouths, some could jump from walls with twisted legs, some screamed loud enough to burst eardrums, and some still remembered just enough words to beg right before their hands tried to rip your throat out. Vera had learned early that pity got you killed with those things. You did not talk. You did not wait. You cut tendons first if they were fast, broke the jaw if they could scream, took the eyes if they had ranged powers, and then finished the neck before the body figured out how to keep moving. If the head stayed attached too long, they adapted. If the spine was not broken, they crawled. If one hand remained free, they grabbed. So Vera had learned to be clean, fast, and mean enough to live.So at the end of the day, there was only one outcome here. Death. They did not have compassion left, and Vera was going to

Poisoned Soil Sounds Perfect

She looked up at the last attacker and smiled.On any normal day, Vera should not have looked dangerous at all. She was barely five feet tall, dressed in a white dress that had no business being on a garbage planet, with skinny arms, thin legs, and a belly heavy with three babies. But now the white dress was soaked and splattered with blood, her hair stuck to her face, her machete hung loose in one hand, and the ground around her was covered with bodies that had been alive less than a minute ago. She looked too small for the damage she had caused, and that made the sight worse. She did not look like a woman who had survived an attack. She looked like a demon who had been interrupted during dinner and was deciding whether the last person standing was worth the effort.“Do you want to test me?” Vera asked, her smile widening just enough to show him she would not mind if he made the wrong choice.“No,” the bandit said, staggering back.His red eyes flickered with the first clear spark o

Home Sweet Garbage Sector

The old man did not argue, mostly because he had no idea what to argue with. He still could not understand why this girl was here, why she was smiling, or why a pregnant woman who had just been sentenced to exile spoke about poisoned land like someone had handed her a gift wrapped in a bow. His grandson stood beside him with the jug held tightly in both hands, looking between Vera, the dead bodies behind them, and the dark stretch of land ahead like he was trying to decide if she was a blessing, a monster, or both.Then the old man paused because his head felt clear.That alone nearly shook him more than the dead attackers. He knew his mental level had been collapsing. He had felt the red madness crawling behind his eyes, scratching at his thoughts, pushing him closer to the point where he would forget faces, names, words, and eventually even the child standing beside him. But the water she gave him had pulled that pressure back. Not fully, not forever maybe, but enough for him to thi

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