The Joy Of Creation: Reborn Chica Mga Nobela at Kwento

And then I met Catalina, who her father so fondly calls Mengele, and spent more time than is warranted trying to figure out who Colton had meant all those times when he kept mumbling about another Mengele. For sure, we look alike, like sci-fi clone movies alike, but her brain is more like Gabriel's offspring than mine. Spending time with the women and talking to grandma every day on the phone and then Facetime had helped make my transition back into the real world much easier than it would've been.

" Valerie York's booming voice echoed around the cemetery. She was hauling two huge candles with her as she shot a disdainful glare at me. A violent shiver coursed through me when I heard her familiar voice. I hadn't died in the deep sea with the dark reefs. Instead, I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when Valerie insisted on illegally starting a fire on the mountain. The other employees stopped what they were doing and shot strange looks at me. From their perspective, I was the CEO's wife, but I was also an evil control freak. I was always finding reasons to target and harass their boss' carefree best friend.

That's how I ended up in this dodgy kingdom that Chaister calls home. So, Chaister came into play as a part of the damage control plan. Following the fiasco with stupid Selene, Yaava suggested that I shall create a goddess of spring, bloom, birth, and creation. So I breathed life into Noosha, intending for her to handle this boring duty of being the creator of life, spring and bloom off my back. She would also serve as a gift, a sidekick, companion, mate to Chaister, or whatever he deemed to be a suitable role for her. That way, I'd have this chaotic bugger on my side if Lartellan would ever try to throw a punch my way. It was a strategic move to lighten the load off me and Yaava, while also

Erwin said calmly, bowing his head as she stomped off. A screen appeared in front of me. [Mission Accomplished! You've been awarded past life strength! You are now as strong as you were in your past life] Awesome. That should help me get out of all the shit I'm about to stir. A new line of text appeared. [New Mission: Change in Appearance Reward: Good Karma Penalty: A significant drop in intelligence] Fuck my life! I couldn't afford to lose any more brain cells! In my past life, I dropped out in sophomore year to run the streets. If I wanted to change anything this time around, I needed to keep what little intelligence I had left.

Chapter 95 Jessica Hemsworth My inside bubbled with excitement as I sat before my desktop in my office, eyes glued to the screen. “Is this a dream?” I blinked again, pinching the skin under my dress, and it stung… It wasn't a dream. I am really a Paragon Couture artist now. For days now, I have been immersed in studying how to use computer to design dresses, and thankfully, I'm getting better at it. “Mr. Hall, I can…” my voice trailed off, and my smile faded once I realised that I was no longer in the same space as Mr. Hall.

“Not yet.” So I waited. And later, when she stood in the middle of her chambers and said quietly, “I need to tell you something,” I listened. XENIA’S POV “I wasn’t just reborn,” I said. Rico didn’t move. Didn’t blink. “I think I was chosen. Before I died. Maybe long before that.” He sat down slowly in the chair across from me. “Chosen for what?” “I don’t know. But if the old stories are true… there’s a child born once in a generation. To carry something bigger than a bloodline. A link to the Moon Goddess herself.”

Not once did they smile. By the end, I wanted to walk out. But I didn’t. Because as much as I loathed them, I realized something. This body had been forged in rejection, in striving for impossible approval. It had been honed in fire. And fire was exactly what I needed. As the car drove me home, I stared out at the city lights, my reflection a stranger in the tinted glass. My old life had been stolen by people I trusted. This new one had been crushed beneath people who never cared.

"We don't choose it. We accept it as price for joy. Can't have one without possibility of other." Human Luna taught through chaos—but controlled chaos, creativity within boundaries. "Make something new," she suggested, dancing through probability streams. "But small. Tiny. Size of thought." Genesis concentrated, created a butterfly—but not just any butterfly. This one had wings that showed viewer's happiest memory when looked at directly. "Beautiful and harmless," Luna approved. "Creation serving joy without breaking reality." But over days of teaching, we noticed change in Genesis. The child learned almost too quickly, absorbing lessons but also beginning to question them.

Cecilia remained in my arms, her presence steady against mine, not demanding, not fragile, simply there in a way that anchored everything else. I looked down at her and understood something with absolute clarity. I was no longer what I had been made to be. That version of me had ended long before this moment, but now there was no trace of it left to reclaim. She was not born of war. Not engineered. Not forced into existence by design or desperation. She was chosen. Created through something that had never been part of my world before. And because of that, the cycle ended here. What came next would not be built on destruction.

Qing Long : How about a flood? Ming Yue : That's basically the same!! Qing Long : Tch! too bad.. Ming Yue : ...... ----- Creation is hard, cheer me up! Like it ? Add to library！ Don't forget to give review and rates! (^o^)/