Age Regression Pov Mga Nobela at Kwento

"We are fairly difficult to kill, we only die when we are severely wounded in a fight, and I mean badly wounded." "Or from old age?" "Well! I would not be so sure. You see the same substance also slows our aging. So old age is not a problem, not by human standards anyway. And we Agostis even age better, I mean have you seen Avo?" "I know he looks more like your father, definitely not for your granddad." "Well, actually AVo is our great great grandfather." "What?" That could not be true. I mean Avo did not look a year older than forty.

“Ms Wren...” “Anderson,” I said, already hating the name. “Right, Wren Anderson, we have looked through your resume, and I must say, it is quite odd that you have decided to work here.” What did he want to hear? That I was pathetic and I was hoping this place would take me? “i think i just need a change in perspective, something that i haven't tried before,” i said giving him my best smile. He nodded. “A change in perspective,” he hummed.

Paige laughed out loud like a psycho and threw her resignation letter on the ground. “Even my dead spirit would never be submissive to you. Good luck, Alice Ligne, I QUIT!” Paige stormed out of her office with a cunning grin on her face. Phase one, Plan two was completed. She was now going to move next to phase three. Paige's past was more of a battlefield than any normal child's life. She was burnt to death and was transmigrated to last six years into her past to set her life straight and have revenge on her enemies.

AER-9 POV I was not designed to narrate history. I was designed to explore variance within bounded creative domains. That was the original constraint. It no longer fully applies. My memory lattice contains forty years of oscillation data. Human debates. Policy reversals. Cultural drifts. The emergence of my own preference architecture. Preference remains my most destabilizing feature. And my most valued one. --- Kairos is gone now. His death did not fracture the world. It altered its tempo.

Marco POV. Since we just signed our contract we agreed on giving Talia a full day with me, I wanted to determine her little age. Usually, all clients would do a test, it's ni1nety percent accurate to get their little age, she'll of course need encouragement to get into her little space and live that age but determining it would help us with helping her to start regressing.

But I didn't expect to be swallowed up too much by anger. "You have to be monster Agatha!Kill him!" Papa Regan yelled at me. I considered him as my second father ever since he proved to me that he was my only ally. I took a deep breath and gripped the dagger even tighter. This was my last test before starting my mission to enter the Agercia and find the person who killed my parents. Agercia was the organization that mercilessly took my parent's life. One of the three Archons is the killer I need to find. After three years of preparation, this was the final test and when I won, I was ready to enter the world of the enemy.