The Joy Of Creation: Reborn Chica Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 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.

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I had a nagging feeling that this scene was familiar, that I had been here before, but I couldn't quite place it – I was confused, totally confused. Just as I was about to speak, a sharp pain exploded in my head, and suddenly everything came flooding back. I had been reborn, and this exact scene had happened before in my previous life. I let out a gasp and held my head, trying to process the overwhelming information that was now a part of my consciousness.

She had never been asked to do something so important before, and the thought of helping to defeat an evil force was both thrilling and terrifying. "But how do we do it?" Scarlett asked, feeling a sense of determination wash over her. "How do we defeat this darkness?" The Elder smiled. "We will figure it out together, my dear. But first, we must prepare you. You have much to learn if you are to fulfill your destiny. This is the main reason you were reborn" I couldn't believe my ears as Freda told me about the reason for my being reborn "So, you are telling me that I was reborn because I am the key to fighting something dark?" I asked incredulously.

Her hair was thick, falling in healthy waves over shoulders that were no longer skeletal. “Oh my goodness.” I muttered, my voice breaking. “I came back. I'm alive. I'm really alive.” I cried out, touching my face everywhere. I couldn't believe this. How is something like this possible? How was I able to come back to this time? “Or did it have anything to do with those people who took me away?” I wondered though I wasn't able to think of the answer no matter how hard I tried. But still, I was alive. "Moon Goddess... thank you," I whispered, my voice cracking. I pressed my palm against the glass, tracing the line of my jaw. "Thank you."

Sure enough, she appeared. I told her about the prophecy. She hesitated. "I can transfer the fated mate bond from you and Oscar to him and Catherine. But it will leave you very weak. And for one full week, your healing ability will be gone." I bowed slightly. "I understand. I'm willing. Please begin." The moment I'd accepted the chance to come back ten years, I'd accepted that I would give up everything to rewrite our story. Let him live with the woman he loved. Not bleed out from eighteen wounds in some riot.

I had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.