Novel & Cerita Unborn Books

“We've been working together on a few projects. I mean, he should be here, trying for the baby just as the both of you agreed. At least before the adoption.” That was the one thing about Alara that made me feel like I had her in my palm. She had been the Luna for years, but she didn't have a child yet. That was the main reason why the pack wanted me to become the Luna. I was supposed to be the one bearing the heir for the pack. But of course, Ryder didn't even want to have anything to do with me. He would rather adopt a pup than make me a surrogate.

At her almost imperceptible nod, he swung the electric baton down, striking my temple with brutal force. Warm blood trickled from my forehead. The metallic taste of it spread through my mouth. "Confess!" Brandon's blows grew harsher, his voice twisted with excitement. "You're tarnishing Mary's reputation!" Waves of dizziness crashed over me, but I fixed my gaze on Mary. "This is abuse of power—extrajudicial torture!" I spat. "You're condemning me based on the voice of an unborn child?" I spat out a mouthful of blood. It landed beside her polished boots.

CV: What could I have used. Cherry Bunny: Iono…something more interesting. He looked around his sterile, perfect room, his heart sinking just a little. He wanted to be interesting for her. CV: Unnecessary. She lay on her back, kicking her feet. Cherry Bunny: Please don’t try to scare me. Is it really unnecessary or you don’t know? CV: Know what? He was leaning in now, genuinely trying to follow her lead. Cherry Bunny: Hey! Don’t you have emojis on your phone?

Zane I found myself in the pack library at midnight, surrounded by books I’d single-handedly picked out—mainly to avoid questions from Ezra. ‘Pregnancy and the Wolf: A Comprehensive Guide. Maternal Health in Shifter Populations. The First Year: What to Expect When Expecting a Pup.‘ The titles alone made me feel ridiculous like some anxious first-time father instead of an Alpha securing his lineage.

We were so happy to hear that after the doctors told us that she couldn't have a baby. But due to Allah's grace, we are having a baby. Months went by, everything was perfect. She was perfect. After three years, Azaan was born, and Zainab began feeling sick and decided to go to the doctor but what we couldn't comprehend is that she has cancer. Leukemia. Blood cancer. Our happiness was short-lived when the doctors told us that there was no treatment for her. I was devastated because I knew that Azaan would not remember her but Zainab had other ways of letting our son remember her.

No wonder… No wonder he had that thick bandage on his left hand that day; he was planning to take his own life. My hand trembled as I held the paper, and I collapsed onto the floor. Keith caught me and shakily pulled out a tissue to wipe my tears. I felt disoriented as I made my way downstairs. The cold wind pierced through me, but I didn't feel a hint of chill. As I stepped out of the funeral home, holding Fred's urn, the gloomy weather matched my mood. Light rain began to fall, and I looked up at the overcast sky. I supposed my parents were disappointed in me.

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"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

“Apple, I'm about to die of thirst. If you have any water, please just give us a little.” The familiar knock from my neighbor, Brian Lane, snapped me upright. On the floor lay a stark, human-shaped puddle. I realized at once that I had been reborn, back to the moment I first awakened my ability! “Apple, why aren’t you saying anything? If you don’t open up, I’m breaking the door down!” Brian started slamming against the door.

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.