The Day You Were Born Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

After reading much inside the book , it seemed very basic to me , pretty normal introduction, many not important, ancestors and I am pretty sure I am wasting my time , my strength and my senses here. I can smell now nothing at all other than dust , and the book ,it is so heavy. My arms are going numb soon , I flipped so many big pages like a wall after a wall , it is all a dead end to me. He is nowhere to be found. Suddenly , What I Wanted came in front of me when I had just decided to close the book... "KALIM CONAL KWEINT " It's him , it tells the story of him even before birth. weird it never happened.

Otis' POV: I'm not a baby, wouldn't I know the date of my birth? “As a matter of fact, technically, I don't think I was born on this day!” My brain sparked at this sudden realization. I flashed back to the stories my mom used to tell me about the circumstances surrounding my birth, how I had died and was reborn the next day in the Pack's Lumar. “What do you mean by you weren't? Don't you know the date of your birth?” Adrian's voice was filled with curiosity as he urged me to explain what I meant.

🖱️Jayden🖱️ God, I am so tired of this day. If my life was a book, I swear the author would drag this single day into fifteen chapters minimum. Cliffhanger after cliffhanger. Plot twist every five pages. Emotional damage sprinkled in for flavor. Zero rest. Zero peace. Just vibes and chaos.

Inside, the journal lay open on her desk, a new entry scribbled in bold, steady lines: "Day 1 of recalling who I am. And who I've always been, even when forgotten.”

🖱️Jayden🖱️ God, I am so tired of this day. If my life was a book, I swear the author would drag this single day into fifteen chapters minimum. Cliffhanger after cliffhanger. Plot twist every five pages. Emotional damage sprinkled in for flavor. Zero rest. Zero peace. Just vibes and chaos.

During those dark days, Lucian had been the one by my side, caring for me and encouraging me. When I had a fever and craved cream of chicken soup, he went out in a downpour and searched three streets to find the ingredients. When I told him I wanted a romantic wedding, he spent six months planning it and used a significant portion of his savings to arrange a trip around the world so we could exchange vows in different countries. During our trip, Ryan was born. Back then, I thought I was the happiest woman in the world. But it all fell apart when Lucian came across a letter while sorting through his late parents' belongings.

There was no need to give birth to this baby. Faith stayed with me for 10 days. I gave her everything she wanted. After she returned home, Noah and Zoey's disregard made her hate burn brighter. … Three days later, I heard that Faith "accidentally" pushed Zoey. They lost the baby, and Zoey was still unconscious and hospitalized.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”

Did you hear the story before? "No," I mumbled, my throat constricting. "But that...that was the exact day I was born."

Lyra’s POV The Kane hated me for taking their real daughter’s place, so after they found her, they turned me into a scapegoat for something their real daughter did wrong and locked me away in an asylum. I thought I was finally free the day I was released—but they found me again, smiling as they claimed I was actually their true daughter after all. Eight hundred and forty-two days. That’s how long it had been since I last stood outside without someone watching me, waiting to drag me back inside and force more of those bitter pills down my throat.