Novel & Cerita Terlahir Kembali Untukmu

“To the flesh. The legends say that the Gate of Return can reforge a spirit into a body, provided the resonance is pure enough. It is a reversal of the Forge. It is a way to become a needle again.” ​The temptation was a physical ache, a phantom sensation of breath in my lungs, and the warmth of Cassian’s skin against mine. I could see the possibility of it. We could step into the gate and emerge as we were, or at least as a version of who we were. We could walk the earth again. We could touch the trees and feel the rain. We could be more than just a song in the wind.

“Just listen.” “You said you’ve already been shot. Fine. So be it.” I swallowed. “Then that Leila is dead.” She stared at me. “You have to be reborn,” I continued. “A new Leila. Okay? Reborn. Stronger. Braver. Alive.” Her struggles slowed. She looked up at me. “A… new Leila?” she asked weakly. I nodded. “Yes. A new Leila.” “A new Le—” She didn’t finish.

That I could rise above the chaos surrounding me. I leaned back on the bench, staring at the stars above. Each one seemed to whisper possibilities, reminding me that the world was vast and filled with more than just this house, this city, these people. That there was room to breathe, to think, to heal, to grow. “I will come back,” I whispered again, louder this time. “Not for anyone else, but for me. For my child. For my life. I will return stronger. I will return whole.”

Aiyoo. "Beb, sorry .. Aku ter....bangun lambat.” “Banyak lah kau punya ter.. tu. Semalam mengata aku bukan main lagi... seronok betul ya. Sekarang ni,tak nak tarik balik ke apa yang kau cakap tu?" "Aku lambat.. Tapi tak adalah sekerap kau. Selalu aku yang tunggu kau tau!.."

"It's fine, Calvin. She has every right to be angry. My return disrupted her life. Turning to me, she said, "Joanne, if you can't forgive me, I'll speak to Mother about transferring some of my shares as compensation. I only ask that you stop resenting Calvin. He's innocent." She emphasized her return and compensation, a calculated reminder to all that I was the usurper, unwilling to let go, while she was the wronged heiress, generous despite her pain. Sure enough, murmurs spread through the crowd.

I asked, watching as the space around us turns clear, with only a slight fog. "I just want to say that this; giving you a chance to come back to life was one of the greatest decisions I've made. Not only have you gone off the rails, you also have managed to carve your own source of happiness." I said nothing, as out of nowhere, he began to float, laying back with his arms down to his sides, the scythe keeping him balanced. "But I know you have something up your sleeve. So please, make it worth my while." he said, as a skeletal version of himself walked out from him and disappeared.

The birthplace of my children, guardians-to-be, You've besmirched their sanctity, can't you see? Retribution shall descend, swift and severe, For those who desecrate what we hold dear. Beware the consequences, feel their weight, For your actions, the fury of fate. Return what's taken, repent and atone, Or face the wrath of the deep, cast in stone. No mercy shall be shown, no escape from the tide, The price for your defiance, let it be your guide. The balance disrupted, the trust now broken, A debt to be paid, a fate unspoken.

It was mine to do because I was the product of her night in hell. But that was before those three little faces so like mine existed. Before the mother who bore them came back to me. Could I let one of my babies live the way I have? Could I set one or more of them on a vengeful course to avenge some wrong done to me? Can I bear for them to live with the me that would emerge after I have his blood on my hands? With me being the way I am, believing the things I do, I know it would be hard for me to live as a whole person, knowing that I had my father's blood on my hands.

He finished his sentence with a sad smile, Amina wiped her tears and said, "I don't know what to tell you, but I will keep hoping that the day will come when he comes back to my lap. We have wronged him so much, Your Majesty. We have wronged him so much." She said her sentence as she furrowed her eyebrows sadly so that her husband looked forward with sadness and nodded his head in agreement with her words and said: "He will come back one day, don't worry he will come back." She shook her head in agreement and got up from his side to leave him absent-minded sighing for his only son, how did he leave him alone, how did he abandon him so easily, he also did not know that things would get so bad

"And bring him back." ***