Born As Novels & Stories

Youyou, who was proclaimed to be dead when born, had a trace of faint breath! After a series of emergency medical treatments, the newborn was finally rescued from the brink death. However, his physical constitution was just too weak, and he was always down with illness. Her poor child was also fatherless from birth. To make up for this, she doted on him with all her might. She gave him all the love she had in her. This was to make him understand that even without a father, the amount of love he received could only be greater! Hence, she gave him the name ‘Yun Shire’. While she thanked the heavens for blessing her with him, she also wished that he could grow up healthy.

Sean had taken it away to make sure I couldn’t contact anyone. The baby kicked wildly inside me. I was shaking from the cold and sweating from the pain. I strained my voice and called out for help, clinging to the smallest scrap of hope. Finally, I heard footsteps outside. “Please, somebody help me!” I screamed. “I’m locked in a basement! I’m about to give birth!” I kept shouting, thinking someone would come. Instead, a triumphant voice answered, “Zoe, how does it feel to lie in a basement in the middle of winter? To me, Sean should’ve done this ages ago to teach you a lesson.”

Plus he was found in quite a terrible condition; a body full of bruises and scratches on the legs and hands. Since then, he was separated from his mother. She never heard from the woman who gave birth to her. She didn't want to find out, but her fear was too great and the horror she created was too great. In the end, she chose to get rid of the woman who gave birth to her.

I sat down angrily, glaring up at her. My brother, Aiden, two years younger than me, had unfortunately been born with Leber Hereditary Optic Neuropathy Essentially, he was slowly going blind. He was affected a lot earlier in life than most who suffer from it do. Currently, he couldn't see anything in his central vision, but peripherally, he could see shapes and colors, mostly.

"Although the question seemed cruel, I had to ask it. "Yes, fortunately he is, but he's in a very serious condition. I felt as if the soul had returned to my body, but not completely, she was gravely ill "And my baby?" Tell me what happened to him baby? "Well, let me tell you that your baby is very strong, we had to do an emergency caesarean section, and he was born, we didn't wait for his approval for the birth, because for us the life of both of us was paramount, now he is in intensive care for neonates.

Everyone was happy. Months rolled by in a celebration mood, and Adelynn finally gave birth to a baby boy. Holding my firstborn son, Theodore, in my arms, I felt a surge of emotion, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. As Adelynn lay beside me, her hand intertwined with mine, I couldn't help but marvel at the miracle we had created together. I knew that this was the beginning of a new Chapter in our lives, one filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

At other points, the six years had meant nothing at all—the difference between two people who loved each other and knew each other and were each other's first call when something happened, good or bad. "He was born in March," Alexander said. "Spring. My mother always said he came into the world the way he lived in it—announcing himself with enthusiasm and expecting everyone to be glad about it." Elijah smiled. He could picture it—the baby who arrived with presence, who demanded attention, who made the room warmer just by being in it. That through-line from infancy to adulthood, the consistency of character that marked the people who knew who they were from the beginning.

I looked at Nimueh. " We are saying that you are how you are because of him. Your mother is human. She doesn't have any magic in her veins. Your father is Blessed and a vampire. The first hybrid." Nimueh takes a breath before continuing. Her forehead is etched in frustration. " How this escaped us before, we have no idea. Vampires are born, not created like the Deamhans, even if they are daemons. He is in league with the Deamhans Alice. That's why they are after you. Don't you see?" She finishes. Her voice incremented with each word she spoke. I swallowed hard. My father is with the Deamhans. Me being half-vampire because of him. I'm not normal because of him. I feel my world crumble beneath

The specific ancient work of bringing a person into the world, which has nothing to do with corporate structures or federal cases or twenty-one night arrangements and everything to do with the stubborn insistence of new life on arriving regardless of circumstances. At three forty-seven AM, our daughter is born. She announces herself immediately and at volume. An opinion delivered from the first second. Dr. Reyes places her on my chest. She's red-faced and furious about the transition and absolutely, completely perfect. "Hi," I tell her. Voice breaking. Can't help it. "Hi. We've been waiting for you." Damien is standing. Leaning over us both. His hand very gently on her tiny back. His face do

Third Person POV "Born 7 pounds, 6 ounces, we welcome Wesley Vedette into this world. To be guided by the Goddess and those around him, we bless him by knowing him." The whole family crowds the medical office, surrounding the new mother and her baby who rested quietly on her chest. He was pink and small with the softest tuft of blond hair.