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It didn’t matter if people looked down on her for it. She was in desperate need of information. Ever since she got reincarnated back into this world, she had changed up the natural flow of events that were supposed to lead to her death. She had changed up the plot so much that the future was uncertain. She had no clue what would be waiting for her in the future.

said the old man. I caught my gasping breath and answered in a halting voice. “I-I am so tired! Why am I here? I didn't even do anything wrong. I really am trapped in a strange world! Aaaaaa ...... why is my fate so unlucky? First I entered the world of novels and now in heaven. What is this? What a world! Who created this world? " I said with panic. When An is in panic, a novelist appears nearby. The author says, "You created this world yourself, you created this novel. Aduh, why do I have such a stupid character?

What in the world gives Enzo the right to kidnap me and bring me halfway around the world, and then tell me that I’m staying here whether I like it or not? He has a right to know I’m carrying his child, certainly, and I was going to tell him that before he spied on me and found out the truth for himself. But the fact that I’m pregnant gives him no ownership over my body or my life, no matter what he seems to think.

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I blurted. “I wish I know but one thing is for sure, everything has its reason.” He gave me a small smile, not a smirk or a teasing smile but a genuine one. Of all people here on the island of VeM, why me? I was born with nothing, not even a mother. I thought it would be enough for the heavens to spare me from challenges because living alone was already too much to handle. Was I bad in my previous life? I was not certain whether this oh so-called ability is a blessing or a curse.

Too much fire and not enough air. She sat in her study, lights dim, the rain still tapping against the old glass. Before her lay a blank leather-bound book. She dipped the pen in ink, then paused. She wrote: For my son. “The world you inherit is broken. You are not born to fix it. You are born to survive it. This is not a cradle song. This is a manual of war.” She titled the first page: THE BOOK OF BLOOD She stopped. Closed her eyes. Listened to the wind.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

"Come on, Daniel, no need to get hot. If you'd been up to the task, maybe Rebecca would be carrying your baby. However, no, I had to step in and give the Harris family a future. Imagine Dad and Mom without a grandkid. That's just sad." Was it really my fault that Rebecca could not get pregnant? She never wanted to; that much was clear to me. Five years of marriage, and I had lost count of how many times I had brought up having kids. However, she always brushed it off, saying we were too young, not ready. I backed off to respect her wishes. Then, I was the bad guy. Marvin was not done yet. "The baby's here, but it's going to be rough for you. Rebecca was scared that a C-section would dumb dow

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

The gem would create a unique being. Not born. Made. My mouth felt dry. My chest felt tight. “Wait,” I said, my voice cracking before I could stop it. “The sac… is that the thing I was born from or what.” Every eye turned to me. I pushed myself up slightly, ignoring the way weakness still tugged at my limbs. “Because I was born by a man,” I continued, the words tasting unreal even now. “That alone was already crazy enough to live with. And my dada told my twin and I growing up that he was experimented on. If his body was altered to carry that thing so I could exist.”