Menopause Reset Novels & Stories

"You think the 'spare' and the 'mogul' get to walk away?" "It’s over, Silas," I said, stepping toward him. "Eleanor is gone. Marcus is gone. The building is down." "Eleanor isn't a person," Silas whispered, his eyes glazing over as the light began to fade. "She’s a protocol. The moment the Sterling Tower fell... the final stage activated. The 'Reset'." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black remote—not for a bomb, but for a broadcast. He hit the button with his final ounce of strength.

“But my father—he lied to me too. He never wanted a partner. Just a tool. When he looked at you in that tube… he saw a goddess. Me? Just a servant.” Catherine twisted the bottle open and held it out. “This isn’t the virus, Maya. It’s the ‘Reset.’ The only thing that stops what’s growing in you. Drink it, and the blue light disappears. You’re just a regular girl again.” Maya’s hand hovered over the bottle. Her heart hammered. To be normal—she could go back to skating, hold Julian’s hand without worrying she’d hurt him, sleep without nightmares crawling in her head. “But there’s a catch,” Catherine said, voice low.

I leaned back, telling myself to calm down. “I’m sure this is not the option you were looking forward to,” I said. “But we’re looking for something that can actually work, if you get what I’m saying, while we preserve the bond you share with your husbands.” “I know,” I said. “So, you might want to take a break from intimacy,” she added. “Give your body some moments to recover.” “Hell no!” “I’m afraid that’s the only option you’ve got now if you’re serious about having a seat for Bennett. Any other means you chose now can jeopardise your chances of having a baby for him, and your chances of ever being fertile at all.”