Borne Novels & Stories

Let's end this. ***

Beverly moved closer, Diro following reluctantly, both of them staring at the documents like they might explode. "Irene Carter gave birth to a son at eleven forty-two PM," Maurice continued, pointing to the first birth certificate. "Delivered by Dr. Richard Oakes. The baby had severe complications. Underdeveloped lungs. Heart defect. He lived for approximately two hours before passing away at one thirty-seven AM." Beverly saw Diro's hands curl into fists.

I said, and I meant it in a way that had nothing to do with the Westbrook account. "Oh," Eli said, and there was understanding in his expression. "That kind of processing." "I don't know how to do this," I said, and I was terrified by how much vulnerability was in that admission. "I don't know how to exist outside of my control structures. I don't know how to let someone actually see me." "You already are," Eli said. "You're doing it right now." "It's terrifying," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But you're still doing it. That's what counts."

When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens. That is when reality kicks in. Heart beat fastened, stomach twisted in excitement. The tongue felt heavy in your mouth and the stuttering would take part in the massacre of your emotions. "W-w-What?" Leon stuttered. For the very first time in his life. The mighty man stuttered. "Congratulations Mr. Leon. Your wife is pregnant." The doctor repeated again, making a soft sob to escape Eleanor's lips. His hold was tightening on her hand. "I know why you both are shocked. I've seen the bullet mark on her abdomen but trust God he can make miracles happen." The doctor said softly.

"Myra Moretti. Please come here. The surgeon wants to talk to you." A nurse called her name and guided her to the nearby room. "Good afternoon Dr. Blake." A 21-year-old girl with a height of 5 feet 11 inches stood in front of a surgeon while greeting. She was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt. Her long waist-length golden brown hair was tied in a ponytail. The most beautiful feature in her appearance is her ocean blue big eyes. She is indeed a beautiful creation of God. She got her eyes from her mother. Her mother Minerva has the same ocean blue eyes as her.

Jenny frowned at once, "Um, but my blood type is O. There's no way Alex has blood type AB." Hana was silent for a moment. Hey, what else is this? ***

I was clawing for air and throwing-up purple goo, I felt it spilling down my front, wetting my shirt and lap. "Dolores." Oh, shit I was dying. I'm hearing things now, like Westbrook's voice. Finally, I swallowed just in time. I was starting to feel light headed. I sat back and closed my eyes, that was close. Like really close. Suddenly I felt like calling my mom. Is that what people felt when they had a death scare. Well, I just scheduled one long one with my mother. I owe her that, we had just been texting each other, her more than me.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Please send me some. The upset doctor nods and leaves. A pup. I have a pup in my belly. I never imagined it was possible. I know that male omegas manage to have children, but I'm a beta. Damn, alpha's fertility.

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to