Born To This Novels & Stories

A child had just been born to a couple who had stood at the Battery Park floodwalls during the first surge. ​"Thomas... Aara..." Elena’s voice was hushed, filled with a holy awe. "The baby... she doesn't have a 'Presence' signature on her wrist. She is the signature. Her skin is glowing with a natural, bioluminescent indigo. She’s born with the 'Vocal-Signature' already written into her heartbeat. She doesn't need ink. She doesn't need the Press."

We'd just arrived at the vital records office to pick up the birth certificate for my grandson, Nicholas Shepherd. Without warning, my son-in-law, Paul Cranston, started scowling. He slammed the birth certificate down onto the counter and yelled, "Everyone, don't you think this is unfair? Yes, I married into my wife's family, but I'm still a man, and I have my dignity! Why must my child take his mother's last name?

“You’re not real.” “I am real enough,” he answered, and the ground beneath his feet pulsed with each step. “Real enough to call you. Real enough to pull you home.” Aria trembled as the shimmering realm breathed around them. “I don’t belong here,” she whispered. The figure stopped an arm’s length away. He lifted a hand—slow, cautious. “You were born here,” he said gently, as if delivering truth. “Born from realms that feared and worshipped you. Born from my shadow and your mother’s light.”

AMON: “Ho⁠pe. Becaus​e we need it. Because we choose it‌.” AMARA qui‌ets on her mother⁠’s chest, instinct g‌uiding her to warmt​h an‌d safety. The BIRTHING SPECIALIST completes th‌e‍ necess‍ar‌y medical tasks—cutting the cor‌d, checkin⁠g vi‌t‌als​,⁠ weigh​ing.​ Sev⁠en p⁠ounds, he‌a​lthy APGAR scores, no com​plications‍. One perfect baby born in​to a family f‌i‌ghting cancer.]

The voice was akin to the same voice that introduced her to the system and Suzanne kept her mind lulled, trying to listen with all that she had. Again, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully immerse in the experience. SYSTEM: Welcome to the ThreeBirth System. You are in the first tier of the three rebirth and you have been reborn as a mafia's wife. Suzanne's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of confusion and disbelief flooding her mind. She couldn't comprehend the words she was hearing. How could she be reborn as someone else entirely? What she had thought the second shot at life would be was to be back as Suzanne Bevan, with supernatural power or some might to take on her enemies, but

He kept his head lowered, continuing to block me without saying a single word. I clutched my pocket knife as I warily asked him, "What the hell do you want?" He raised his head to look at me. He had a complicated emotion swirling in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse when he called out my name. I didn't say a single word in response. I wondered if he was going to beg me to empathize with Frank and Madison again. "You were reborn, weren't you?" My expression morphed into one of shock upon hearing his words. I whipped around and tried to make a break for it.

“Yes, it is. My name is Seolurrie, I don’t know my last name because I am adopted.” “I don’t care about your last name. You see, every single person living in this world has a birth record. Every newborn baby has a birth record. A parent who didn’t registered his or her own child will be exiled or worse than that.” “…” “But you. No matter how hard I look for your birth record I can’t find anything. It’s like you were never born. You are the very first person that has no birth record. Your name is not registered. There is not one record containing the your first name.”

Jasmine said in disappointment, "I don't know if I can teach my child well. When I take Michael out and see that everyone else is a family of three, I wonder if I am too selfish to give birth to him and let him live in a family without a father. Is that really good?" Grandma Gill comforted her, "it's not easy to have a baby in the first place. Some people say that giving birth is the most painful, but I don't think so. The hardest and most difficult thing is in the coming decades. To teach him, to make him healthy and successful, whatever it is, it's harder than having a baby. You decided to have the baby, so there's no point in worrying about it now. You might as well try to give him a warm

her father said softly. With her head resting on a soft fiber pillow, Arda smiled up at them, sensing something significant was about to be revealed. “Your mark isn’t a tattoo. It’s a birthmark,” her father explained. “What does that mean?” she asked, a mix of confusion and intrigue swirling within her. “It means you were born with it,” her mother added. “It’s natural.” Arda gazed at the mark on her wrist, her perspective shifted; she was seeing it anew, comforted by the truth.

Dear Son, I am sending you this note filled with love and joy to you upon your birth. I am your birth mother and mother in my eyes only. I caught a glimpse of your auburn hair, you're a true Travis for sure. I definitely know you will be taken care of and loved by parents who can give you everything I can't, except love. Hence, I made the decision to give you up for adoption.