Where Did I Come From Novels & Stories

Suffering like that, I couldn't help but miss every good thing I had before. My parents and I, were living in Y state in the U.K, for many years. I was born there but we were originally from South Korea. Seoul to be precise, but my grandmother from my paternal side was an English woman. My parents had a functioning business that was yielding good fruits all year round, until all went down the drain, within a short period.

The first commandment At the very top of the mountain of innumerable gardens, the people of New Eden gathered to listen to the Supreme Father, the progenitor of Eden, who leaned on a wooden cane and periodically touched his white beard. "Why do you think we don't remember our names and how we got here?" the high father asked. No one dared answer the leader of the people of New Eden until the most curious man in the congregation timidly raised his hand. "My name is Abel. Maybe it's because we've always been here. "Then where did we come from?" the high father objected. "I don't know where we came from. But maybe we invented this question? Maybe we invented this world ourselves? Maybe the an

My chest heaved with another shaky breath, and for the first time since the truth spilled from my parents’ lips, I spoke. “Who am I, then?” The words came out as a whisper, they filled the quiet living room . Reigns finger lifted my chin and his eyes locked on mine.“You are Katherine, My little Wolf. The mother of my pup” My lips trembled, I looked at him in confusion. “But if I wasn’t born here… if I wasn’t theirs…. Then where did I come from?” The ache in my chest was much. I had always belonged here, at least I thought I did . Now I’m questioning my entire existence.

"No family beyond your father, then. No aunts, uncles, cousins who might have known her before she came to your village." "None that I ever met. None that anyone ever mentioned." I shook my head slowly. "It's strange, saying it aloud like this. I've never actually laid the whole of it out in a row before, everything I don't know about where I came from. It sounds like more of an absence than I usually let myself notice."

Barely above a whisper, he murmured, "It can’t be…" Fred blinked. "What did you say?" His father finally snapped out of it, blinking rapidly as though waking from a vivid dream. "Forgive me… The, uh—the spill startled me." He slowly sank into the chair across from me. His gaze kept flicking toward me. Like he was trying to solve a riddle only he could see. Then he spoke. "Tell me, Miss… Vienna, was it? Where are you from? Who are your parents?" The questions caught me off guard. Why did he want to know about my background? I straightened a little in my seat. "I grew up in an orphanage," I said plainly. "I never knew my parents."

I can tell by her look, something's bothering her. " Where did you came from?" " Iam from slateville." Why people are asking me this same thing over and over. I may be hidden for my whole life but that doesn't mean I don't belong here. " Then who are your parents?" she should have not asked this question. Iam finally recovering from my grief. " My parents have died when Iam three years old. My aunt Lydia raised me," I said without showing the sadness. But she doesn't felt sorry for me, she's too shocked to respond. There's nothing in my story to be shocked like this.

“We did. Adoption in the Philippines is difficult. But with my influence, it made it easier. We searched for your parents for years, but no single information came out. There was no missing child in our place even to the nearby towns.” “Oh, God!” He gently massaged his temple if there were no traces of his origin. Where would he start searching? “I’m sorry, my son.” He never thought that a big revelation would come to this. Somehow, it made him closer to what he was searching for. Where did he come from?

“That wouldn’t be a bad thing, would it?” “No.” I slip my fingers between his. “But if I’m not related to Scott…then where did I come from?” The image of the blue-eyed man flashes before me. “I don’t see how I can’t be related to him, though. I told you, I’ve seen pictures of my mother when she was pregnant with me. I have my birth certificate with my parents’ names on it. I just…I don’t know.” I sigh. “And if I’m not related to them, then who the hell am I?”

“As the ground that keeps this kingdom alive. Without you, nothing stands. Not palaces. Not armies. Not me.” Silence settled not awkwardly. Listening. The man looked at me. “And you? Why does he want you?” The answer wasn’t simple. But the truth didn’t have to be complicated. “I was born in the East,” I said. “But that doesn’t make it my home.” The woman’s gaze flicked between Ethan and me. “Then why come here?” she asked. “Why stay here?” I swallowed. Because of him. Because of myself. Because I don’t know who I was back then, but I know who I am now.

“Where are you from?” “I came from a lovely coven; my mother was the leader of that coven, and my father was an exiled wizard. I was bullied because of that while my mom was very strict, so I ran away. I came here and found a job which was being a drug dealer,” he turned to me, and I laughed at his reaction. “Kidding, it was worse than that,” and he was more confused.