Backstory Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Do you really want to know, Beatrix? Because once I tell you, there’s no going back.” The weight of his words settled over me, but I nodded. “I need to know.” Adam: I leaned against the wall, running a hand through my hair as I searched for the right words. “It started before any of us were born,” I began. “Our parents… they weren’t just business partners or neighbors. They were part of something much bigger—something ancient.” Beatrix’s brow furrowed, confusion and curiosity flickering across her face. “What are you talking about?”

Once we found each other, we never left each other sides. In the early dawn of the next morning our decision to be together was easy. We left all of our responsibilties. Hers as a maid for a local family and I as a general. We ran away from the war, from the people who were our supposed families, from everything. For over 400 years we only had each other. Until we ran into Axel, Aaron, and Bea. Bea and Stephanie were inseparable, they were almost like sisters that had been separated at birth. After about 150 years we had found ourselves in the middle of a war. Something that the history books have forgotten over the years, but something bad enough that the gods have intervened. We fought on

I hate carriages. These small spaces get the worst of me. But it was the proper way for a lady to travel so I must endure. Surrounded by walls, I couldn’t distract from my thoughts. I shouldn’t leave like that. I felt Vadas’s gaze following me, he either knew something or was suspecting. I sensed a change in his attitude. I guess I lost this one. And what now? I probably screwed up ‘Lylia’. This identity was one of the most complex. It took me 4 years to build a credible background for her. And Tamor. Gods. I can’t imagine what he will do.

After moving to the city alone, I rented a small room near a movie theater and picked up a job there doing odd tasks. In my last life, I loved watching movies. But whenever I suggested going for one, Nathaniel was mostly against the idea. He'd scold me mercilessly, saying it was a complete waste of time. Now, it felt like I was making up for that regret. I practically threw myself into work every day. Before I knew it, half a year had gone by in the city. I'd gone from just another worker doing grunt work to a junior manager at the theater.