Novel & Cerita Born Of Frustration

"Isn’t this what you wanted? I'm granting your wish!" He even forced himself on me. Later, I got pregnant. I thought he would be happy, that he would change. I was excited when I told, but he only sneered. "A lowly woman like you doesn’t deserve to have my child." In the end, the baby was forcibly aborted. Both of my children were beaten out of me by him. That pain was etched deep into my bones. I lived every day in agony, worse than death. The doctors diagnosed me with severe depression.

Moonfall Keep doesn’t settle after the meeting. It pretends to—guards snap back into formation, torches are relit, voices drop to respectful murmurs—but beneath the surface, the castle hums wrong. Not loud enough to trigger alarms. Not obvious enough to name. Just a low, persistent vibration, like a note struck slightly off-key and left to rattle through bone and stone alike. Trauma does that to places. So does something unfinished. I feel it immediately. Not through the bonds—those are already screaming matches I don’t have the patience for—but through my magic. Through the part of me that was born misaligned and learned early how to recognize its own kind. Wrong recognizes wrong.

Gloria didn’t want another child, she thought of pregnancy a horrifying experience but she found herself with child again, only a year after Maximof turned one. His birth was a traumatic one, his mother almost losing her life in the process, this brought forward the start of their terrible relationship. He barely got any attention, he was the troubled child of the household, the one always getting into fights and the kid with the mental issues. He killed a bird once out of anger, not because he wanted to, but because he needed a channel to pour out his frustrations. He was only ten, Maximof had come home with straight A’s, he had one B in his report card when his mother called him a disappoi

] [Let the rats fight among themselves… None of them are decent! [Someone call the police! Hurry!] [Ethan's gone insane! He literally tried to kill his wife earlier!] The mutant newborn, still covered in white wax, seemed terrified by the chaos. Trembling in the nurse's hands, he let out a weak, pitiful cry. [Why did the mission fail?! System, please help me!] [Mommy! Daddy! Waaaa! System!] [What's happening?! System… Please come out! Please!] His thoughts were full of fear and despair, all coming in broken pieces.

I spotted the empty bench press and strode towards it, ready to release my pent-up frustration. As I loaded the barbell with heavy plates, I couldn't shake the image that haunted my thoughts—the girl I had believed was meant for me, carrying another man's child. How could this happen? Anger surged through my veins, turning my body into a coiled spring. With each plate added to the bar, my frustration intensified.

His voice cracked with emotion as he shouted, his words laden with pain, "Don't come closer to me!" Ryle's voice trembled as he uttered the words, his voice barely a whisper amidst his tears, "I... don't... have... Lycan... blood... in me?" The realization pierced his heart, leaving him feeling as if his very essence had been stripped away. The truth continued to unravel before him, each revelation more devastating than the last. Ryle's voice quivered with a mix of confusion and despair as he questioned his origins, "I am... born... out of... wedlock?" The weight of those words settled heavily upon his young shoulders, understanding the societal implications they held.

She yelled. "No I can't! Because you were too cruel to do that to her. You had issues you could solve them. Why did you opt for this way?" He asked frustrated. "Because she has a thick skin. No matter how much I troubled her she was still here! So I had to get her out of your life by any means!" She yelled. "There. You confessed it." Karan said sighing. "I hate your existence Amruta Khurrana. I hate that you are the one who gave me birth. I hate it that I've been raised by you." He said with utmost hate in his eyes.

They weren't satisfied yet so they started taking my friends away and started making me question my own sanity. I decided to curl up on myself, taking that small period of time for myself individually and not for anyone else. I laid on the ground, cheeks pressed against the warm grass, knees tucked against my chest and eyes still closed. What gave birth to such cruelty? Greed? Anger? Devastation?

My fake wolf’s inner voice said, sounding more like a question even to itself. “Don’t even try, okay? Don’t try to calm me down when you know it’s not true. I don’t even know what’s wrong with my existence anymore. Is it my fault that I was born a lantern and had a difficult childhood, forcing me to leave the pack and become wild? Is it my fault that my mate turned out to be a fool and wanted me more as his whore than Luna and his wife? Is all of that my fault?” I asked her angrily before punching the tree, piercing my fingertips and opening a new wound.

"Hazel, you've made my life hell, you've held me back, and I bore it." "But Catherine and our baby are innocent. Why won't you spare them?" "Is it because we're Omegas? You think you can just trample over us however you like?" Lucas's baby? I almost laughed out loud. Lucas didn't even know it himself, but he had a fertility defect — his sperm count and quality were too poor to conceive a child naturally. In my last life, I'd gone through round after round of IVF because of him. My body had been wrecked by it.