Menopause Reset Novels & Stories

Mrs Johnson asserted to the shock of Cassandra who couldn't believe what her mum was suggesting. "Eww mum!, no way! He is for work and not anything else mother, please don't suggest something like this, you know how I am with men" she responded knowing that her heart beats differently with Dennis. Her mother didn't look pleased at all, "You are not getting very young Cassandra, in the next five years, you will click forty and very soon, you will hit menopause. Don't you think that it is time you pick a man and settle down?", A tone of worry in her voice.

She was smiling happily, posing beside Wendy Sanders in a restaurant. "I'm out shopping with my bestie. If you don't come home tonight, I'll spend the night with her." It was difficult to suppress my anger. I clenched my fists. That evening, I returned home as Seth at 6 PM. Seth quickly opened the door when he heard my footsteps. He had been waiting right at the door. Suddenly, a piercing voice rang into our ears. It seemed to be simultaneously coming from the inside of the house and the outside. “Points have been reset to zero! Reset! Reset! Reset!”

What if you end up dying on the job? She looked me up and down before resting her gaze on my abdomen. "Besides, at your age, you've already gone through menopause, right?" That made me scoff. It was my first time hearing that being menopausal was a cause for termination. "Does a designer use her brains or her womb to do the work? Is this your so-called optimization standard?" I turned to the side and pointed at someone on the other side of the glass door. Sasha Johnson was sitting at her desk with her legs crossed, stuffing popcorn into her mouth. She had earphones on as she binge-watched a TV show on her phone, her body shaking as she giggled.

"What measures?" The woman held my gaze steadily, her expression revealing nothing. "If the vessel has been corrupted beyond repair, the awakening must be... reset. The child's consciousness would be preserved and transferred to a more suitable vessel. The mother would need to be... released from her obligations. The network would be dissolved, and those connected to it would be freed from the burden they have taken on." She spoke with the calm assurance of someone describing a medical procedure. She spoke as though she were discussing the removal of a tumor rather than the death of a mother and the theft of a child.

"You think you’re the heir because you have the DNA. But our father didn't leave us the empire. He left us the struggle. He left us the right to choose who we become." ​"A touching sentiment," Julian mocked. "But choices don't power cities. Frequencies do." ​Julian raised both hands, and the sky over Neo-Tokyo turned a bruised purple. The "Kill-Switch" that Vesper had failed to trigger on the moon was being rebuilt right here, in the heart of the city, using Julian as the transmitter. ​"The Global Reset begins tonight," Julian announced. "And the Vanes will be the first ones to be 'Updated'."

“And that will fix my heat cycle?“ I ask in bewilderment. “It's half the solution. Like I advised the two of you last night, regular sex intimacy is good and very beneficial for you, Mandy. If just smelling his pheromones has already been proven highly effective, then can you imagine just what the regular sex could do to your body? Mandy, please understand that from a medical perspective, sex is the most powerful regulatory tool we have. The hormones released during intercourse—and especially during a knot—act as a 'reset' for the Omega’s endocrine system. It forces the heat to align with the Alpha’s presence."

I stopped talking when I realized he was staring at me again, like was tired. "Are you tired? Am I talking too much?" "No, I love hearing you talk and sometimes I can't find the right words to use but I can tell you that it's fine to change..." "I don't get my periods anymore, I think I'm entering the menopause stage in my twenties? What even is that, what is wrong with me? It's too much of a change and I think I'm loosing myself slowly... I'm not even thirty yet." I interrupted him and before I knew it? Tears started rolling down my cheeks.

He said weakly, “I truly admire you, Cousin. Don’t you have OCD? Can you bear the stench of the septic tank?” Jay made a gesture as he glared at Cole viciously. “Don’t mention things you shouldn’t be mentioning.” From the few words they were exchanging, Angeline had already guessed the reason for their lack of appetite. She was very ashamed and blamed herself. “It’s my memory. I clearly set the ring into the necklace myself, but I forgot all about it. Am I having early menopause?” “Lil Sis, you’re not even 40 years old. Menopause is still early for you.”

It was a jagged remnant of the Standard-Consortium’s original sin—a literal personification of the $1,000,000 debt that had been grafted into the marrow of the reset timeline. "You thought the Reset was a gift, Avery Vane-Thorne," the Creditor hissed. The voice wasn't traveling through the oxygen of the room; it was echoing inside their skulls, a neural frequency that tasted like copper and dried ink. "But every reset is just a refinancing of the soul. You didn't delete the debt; you simply compounded it into the DNA of your new world. Every breath taken in this 'Spring' is a loan you cannot repay."

“We ran a full panel like you asked. Blood work, hormone levels, pelvic ultrasound…” “And?” Her brows lifted slightly. He looked straight at her. No script. No fluff. Just the truth. “There were some unusual results. I had them re-checked to be sure. Your hormone levels are… they’re consistent with someone experiencing menopause.” Ava blinked. “Wait. What?” She tilted her head like she’d misheard. “Menopause?” He nodded. “Yes. Premature ovarian insufficiency. It’s more commonly called premature menopause. It means your ovaries have stopped producing eggs. Your reproductive function has...”