Novel & Cerita Born To This

"Wait, but aren't they…" "No." I shut him down before he could even finish the question. "I don't have any parents, and I've always been all by myself. If they want to say they're my parents, don't they have to give me proof? Show me my birth certificate or a DNA test, or even tell us if I've got any birthmarks… Heck, at this point, they could at least show some proof of having spent money on me. "Mrs. Sinclair, can you do that?"

The sole remnant of our former wealth, it had been ordered as a wedding gift from my father to my mother. It was the bed in which we’d been born, and the bed in which my mother died. In all the painting I’d done to our house these past few years, I’d never touched it. I slung off my outer clothes onto the sagging dresser—frowning at the violets and roses I’d

Giovanni smiled. “A child born of prophecy. Conceived in blood, baptized in war. But we will not wait for fate.” He reached down, lifted a steel syringe glowing with Aria’s DNA. “We will manufacture destiny.” And as the screen blinked red with the heartbeat of something not yet born— He whispered: “Even gods need heirs.”

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

Even our enemies paused in their assault, transfixed by the impossible scene unfolding a queen giving birth in the middle of a cosmic battlefield, attended by the spirit of her dead husband and guarded by children who wielded elements like extensions of their own bodies. And there, in the eye of chaos, with battle raging around us across seventeen dimensions, I gave birth to impossibility. The child that emerged was not merely flesh and blood, though he was certainly those things. He was essence made manifest, spirit given form, hope crystallized into living reality. Born in light that made the surrounding stars seem dim by comparison, his first cry was not the wail of fear that marks most b

She scoffed. "Your genes are the problem. You can only give birth to a thug. And I'm not even allowed to say it?"

Birth or apocalypse. Maybe both.

“Almost there, my love. Take a deep breath. Let us welcome the future of our dynasty together, this very morning.” Liora squeezed her eyes shut, gathering every last reserve of tactical energy and mental fortitude she possessed to guide her through the most critical moments of her life as a new mother. Within the ruthless, rigid reality of the industrial world, the birth of this child symbolized absolute victory over every act of bureaucratic betrayal whether originating on land or sea that had ever tried to bring them down. Waaah! Waaah! Waaah! The sound of the newborn’s first cry loud, clear, piercing, and powerful instantly shattered the dawn silence stretching across the entire Long Isla

I was born to pull the trigger. (The End)

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"