Where Did I Come From Novels & Stories

Yes, a part of me wanted to know who I really was, who my mum was, where she came from, her family. I had realized that I have never even met them as I grew up. Mum had told me that her mother had come to me being born, but I can’t remember myself ever seeing her, that is of course, if mum was telling me the truth about her coming. She could have not come to the delivery, and mum was just telling me that to make me feel good about myself being born, special maybe. I didn’t know anymore.

he cleared his throat, "where are you from? You look like someone I knew" "I grew up here, Vincity, but my mom came from Icetown" I said amicably. "And your dad? Where is he from?" he asked. I'd wanted telling him the little I knew about my inhuman dad but decided to just keep quiet instead. "Is everything okay, Stella?" he asked, confused. "Yes, nothing sir" I gulped. "Okay, so tell me...where did your dad came from?" he rephrased.

I came from the US but I know for a fact that she didn’t mean for me to go to the US. My facial features came from my mom. She is from Saudi Arabia. My father? I might as well not think of him. I went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. I looked around. Mia wasn’t home. She probably went to this one club she had been talking about for so long. Ford. Ford. Ford. That name just will not leave my mind. All day I tried to remember the name but I just couldn’t. It was impossible. I sighed. My phone rang as I picked it up.

Balor let out a chuckle too. "Wouldnt that be something." He mused. "Where are you from anyway, you never really said. You just kind of appeared out of nowhere five years ago." "What is this an interrogation?" He muttered. His mood changed yet again. I straightened in my seat a bit before shaking my head. "No, just curious." "Well, my family is from up north. But my parents moved away after they met. So I decided to come back five years ago and help with the family business. It was taking a hit, and I've always been good with people, so it made sense."

“Where are you really from?” The question makes my heart jump, but I stay calm. “From the IronFang pack,” I say, smiling. “No, I mean your real origin. Where you’re really from…” He pauses, staring at me. “Who are you, really?” I swallow hard, heat rising in me. Why is he suddenly interested in knowing me? No one has ever cared before, and I don’t blame them. I told them I’m an orphan with no knowledge of who my parents are, taken in by Maximus’s father who raised me.

And that realization hit me harder than I expected. I looked to Darius, then down at my hands. “Who was Michael?” I asked aloud, more to myself than anyone else. “My father… where did he come from? Why don’t I know anyone from his side? Or my mother’s? No uncles. No grandparents. Nothing.” A silence settled into the room like mist.

I said, pondering hard about the question. I didn't know anyone who could answer the question I had asked. Not even my parents Beta Lorgan and Hannah Rossi could tell me anything more about my origin than I already knew. If I was indeed from the south, I would really love to know. My fears about the werewolves of Gaiamania being barbaric had all but disappeared but I still had reasons to fear them, seeing they had large numbers but if I was from down here I won't feel bad at all.

“Is that what I am?” The guardian stared at me as though I had suddenly started speaking a different language. “You don't know who you are?” “I don't.” The words rushed out before I could stop them. “I don't know who I am, and that is exactly why I came looking for you. I needed answers… please.” I took a hesitant step closer. “I got lost when I was very young. I don't know where I came from, and I don't know who my biological parents were.” I turned around and pulled my shirt aside, revealing the mark on my lower back.

“How long have you been working for him?” “Just for a few days.” “I see.” She nodded slowly. “And where are you from?” Where was this leading to? Was this just a question-and-answer session or something else? Nevertheless, I answered. “Florida, ma.” Blake and I had already discussed this before. I was originally from Florida but came to Las Vegas for greener pastures. That was my story. It would be difficult for anyone to trace me. “Florida.” She smiled faintly. “Lovely place. But how did you get to Las Vegas? Your family must live here.”She raised her brows at me.