Unborn Books Novels & Stories

The charm Jayde had given me swung back and forth around the sow’s neck, glinting faintly under the moonlight, making the entire scene even more grotesque. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. And then, my phone suddenly lit up. I glanced down. It was a message from @HollowBranch. "Don’t trust her. She’s trying to use your womb to raise something evil."

She let out a broken sob and collapsed straight to the ground. The invitations and the farewell letter slipped from Lucio's hands. It felt as if an invisible grip had closed around his heart. Pain and regret twisted together in his chest. Amid the chaos, he let out a beastlike wail, vomited blood, and finally collapsed unconscious as his men shouted his name in terror.

She could not explain that she had read their lives as a tragic side plot in a stupid book from a ruined world, or that she knew exactly how badly things could end if their fathers married those women. She could not tell three unborn babies that in the original story, they were wanted only after it was too late, protected only after they had already suffered, and loved by fathers who realized the truth after their own choices had helped destroy them. That truth was too heavy for tiny hearts. So Vera prepared something softer. Not fully honest, but not fully false either. A sweet lie, maybe. A safe lie. The type of lie a mother could tell when the truth had teeth and claws.

That statement made flora's cheeks burnt in red. When flora found out what Bukan said, she began distant from her because, for her, that was embarrassing. Every witch has to bear a child when they reached their legal age which at their late-twenties. Petal and Cassia laughed at her almost every time they were gonna remember what humans had said. Though Teen Witches still do not know how will they bear a child or how they even got made? Is it just what humans do to have a child? Or something different? Those were the questions on each teen witch on their tribe. Because none of them tried to ask the elders how they will have a child in the future. "Shut up, will you? That's embarrassing." Flor

He had nothing. He was an illegitimate child. In the society he lives in now, being an illegitimate child means that you’re born a failure and nothing will save you from being one. He tried so hard to rise up to the society despite being one, he wanted to prove himself to those nobles that made his life so hard. Hayden Moreau never knew how to give up. Until now.

CHOICES UNKNOWN POV Choice - it's the most powerful tool there is. Everything in life boils down to choices. We exist in a universe of infinite paths and possibilities. Each and every path we choose shuts or opens an infinite number of doors. I lay down certain paths for my children. Some like to call it fate, but the truth is they can choose to ignore that path. I can't make them choose. There are rules against things of that nature that even I must follow. My children are those born with the pull of the moon. Werewolves as they have come to be called.

Amelia suddenly felt drawn toward the room next to the living room that was always locked. She hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open and walking in. The room wasn't huge, but it was very neatly kept. There was a bookshelf leaning against the wall. Instead of books, many little trinkets were on display: a chipped ceramic bunny that she won from an arcade in her university days. She accidentally dropped it and she forgot where she threw it. A yellowed notebook filled with her doodles. There was a doodle of two little people, labelled Mr. Zephyr and Mrs. Zephyr.

I replied through the door and began unpacking the books I brought from the countryside. From the moment I was reborn, I already had a plan. I would love myself. There were many ways to do that, but for me now, the best way was to gain knowledge, achieve independence, and stand on my own. "Sister, do you dislike me? It makes sense. I’m the one who took over your place…" Leila’s voice came from outside the door, tinged with sadness. She seemed to be speaking to me, but in reality, her words were meant for our parents to hear.

As for the fake heir, Brian… Without that spot at a top university, let's see how he ever makes anything of himself. Reading those smug comments, I smiled. Everything from my last life replayed clearly in my mind. After Horace was brought back to the Clarks, he couldn't stand the rules and expectations of a wealthy household. All he wanted was freedom and so-called true love. He fell hard for Laura Turner, a wild, unpredictable troublemaker. To run off and "see the world" with her, he tore with his own hands his early admission letter to Ashford University, a top college, right in front of everyone.

"It will be published. It's just that no publisher has had any luck with you yet." "You know, I've started writing a new book. And this book is about you. Of course I just started this book. I hope you don't mind. Soon, I'll be interviewing you. So be ready." "A book about me?!" "Yes. About your family, about your childhood, and most importantly, about what this world has done to someone like you. I want this book to be an anthem of kindness and justice. The whole world needs to understand the kind people who live under this sky. The whole world needs to understand how everyone has destroyed kindness. Adelard, everyone must know about you."