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He muttered hoarsely, "This can't be. Meg wouldn't do something like this…" But the solid proof—complete with familiar profile pictures—left him with no room for denial. He jerked his head up, his eyes filled with agony and regret, unable to believe that the sister he had always doted on could be so vicious. He wondered if Evelina would still be alive if he hadn't been reborn, if she had managed to take the Moonviolet serum like she did in her last life. Maia's gaze was icy as she pulled a voice recorder from her pocket and pressed play with deliberate force.

I wondered how long this had been going on— how many nights, how many excuses, how many messages just like this. I pressed my palm against my belly, breathing shallowly, afraid that if I breathed too hard, something inside me would break. Once, I would have read these words and smiled. Once, I would have believed every single one. I used to think I was the luckiest woman alive—Not because I was special— but because I had been chosen. I was born without a wolf. No heightened senses. No instinctive bond. No moment when the Moon Goddess whispered a destined name into my soul.

"Regret? The main system got something wrong. My worth would never be determined by my location. It depends on who I am, and whether I have the courage to make those who should pay… truly pay the price. "And right now, I'm not the one who should be regretting." The system went silent for a moment. It seemed to be doing some complex calculation. After a long time, it replied. [Understood. Command logged. Good luck to your new life in this world.] The connection was cut off. I knew it probably wouldn't appear again. A new life, huh? I looked at the sunlight outside and smiled. No matter where one went, they could start over, right? As long as one was alive, as long as one had the courage to pr

"My darling, If you have this letter in your hands today, it's because you're old enough to understand your story. A story that began in chaos, but transformed into something beautiful, something unexpected. I want you to know that your birth was never a mistake. You came into the world in the middle of a storm, when I doubted, when I was afraid, when I felt lost. But as soon as I knew you were growing inside me, my heart changed. You were the light I never thought I deserved, the hope that saved me."

A column of flames shot into the air. The fire burned everything away. … The AI-written tragedy had finally come to an end. Truth be told, I still didn't understand how I was rewarded by that eerie countdown and voice. There was no earth-shattering change. I didn't acquire a superpower. I also wasn't transported to a different world. When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I realized that my "story" had been recorded in the novel that was open on my phone, sparing no details. I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham.

Not waiting for conclusion. Waiting for the first “I” that had never existed before to realize it was about to be born.

was doomed to fail. In fact, Paul was eager for me to damage my body with the treatments. Unbeknownst to them, the IVF treatment worked. Nine months later, at the age of 59, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy named Logan Shepherd. Just as I raised my trembling fingers to stroke his cheek, the door to the hospital room flew open with a loud bang. The family of four who had disappeared for nearly a year scrambled in, flustered and panicked.

IVY * * Life always made one thing very clear to me; I was never destined for a normal life. Because explain to me how I lost my job because my boss framed theft on me, and I meet a guy at a club and sleep with him and get pregnant for him and then I realized he's a billionaire and I think it'll be nice if I just hang around a bit and get money to take care of my child and then I start falling for him only to realize that he and his entire family are bloody murderers!

Daisy stood in front of the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with a determination she hadn't seen in years—or in lifetimes. Her face was the same as it had always been, but the fire in her eyes was new. The last chapter of her life had ended in fire, betrayal, and death, but this time, she would rewrite her story. She knew where to start. Natalie.

A product of a formidable love. *************** Author note: Well... I hope you all enjoyed the story, cause this is my first time writing such Novel. Thanks for reading.