Novel & Cerita Youngboy Never Broke Again Born

The nurse gingerly wrapped the baby in a soft cloth and drew him near, her actions slow and careful as she laid him down gently towards Ava. Ava’s eyes widened as she looked at him for the first time. He was so small. So fragile. As if his diminutive chest was moving with a breath, his skin was white, his features delicate, and yet, here he was, alive, breathing, fighting. “My son…,” Ava whispered, her voice snapping. Her finger fingered him, her hands shook, and she lightly touched his little fingers. “He’s very tiny,” she said, tears rolling down her face.

"Are you? You've been reborn as a newborn child, right?" "Yes, because I am a first-class reborn, so I guess I have average?" I scratched my head because I am quite unsure. "And I can't afford to purchase any necro enhancer or cultivate anything to enhance my soul power, so let's leave it like that." I giggled. "Yes, however, there is also another type of reborn, which are very rare." I remained silent and listened to everything he said. "This type produces reborn with massive amounts of necros in their body. In this case, one is being reborn with half of their actual age. I only knew five people being reborn like this; the first one is Reeve Giraudus."

Senna My mother told me I would be alone long before she actually got killed. She said it in the kitchen when I was fourteen years old, and I didn’t understand what she meant until I woke up in a different body. I am standing at the infirmary window in the Ironblood compound right now, watching a woman in the village below. She just picked up her little boy because he tripped on a rock. She hugged him hard, then she wiped his face and pushed him toward their house.

“Aria… you’ve changed my life in ways I didn’t even know I needed. You’ve rebuilt me—without even trying.” Aria froze, her breath catching slightly. She turned to look at him fully, searching his eyes. “Rebuilt you?” she whispered. “How?” Damian’s voice softened, and for the first time, it almost broke. “I was broken,” he said quietly. “In ways I never let anyone see.” He looked away from her, not because he didn’t want to meet her eyes, but because saying it out loud felt too real. Too exposed. “My family,” he continued, his voice steady but low. “My past. Things that shaped me before I even had a choice. I learned early how to guard myself. How to keep people out. How to survive by not nee

This shocked his friends greatly for he had never refused their offer before. There came a little giggle from a corner as soon as Joe rejected the offer. Immediately, a member of the 'B' five went to locate the victim. They dis not fail to deal with the boy in such a way that he was supported from the ground to stand up. That was after the b squads had left.

"Does what happened before happen often?" "What? Me getting my ass beat? Oh, yea." I snort and he tilts his head. "Just by Mace?" "No, Mace plus everyone once they get the chance." "Why?" "Because I'm poor." I shrug. "My mother is a crack head and a prostitute, and my father sells drugs to minors for a living. My brother's in jail, and I? I got a scholarship and I'm barely maintaining it. I live in a house that leaks, and sleep on the floor on an old mattress. I skip breakfast so I can have lunch, and I eat dinner at my best friend's house. Oh, did I mention that I'm black?" His eyes are still hard and unmoved as he stares at me, saying nothing.

I wish I could have been more like my mother, but life threw me in a direction and I have no idea how to turn around, and ever since then I have tried to catch my breath, and the only way I can forget about my Mothers last phone call is to smoke pot and use whatever drug makes me feel better and forget the most horrible night of my life. “You need to get your life in order young lady, you need to start thinking about your future, the people you’re hanging out won’t help you..” Yeah fuck you, Mr I have a law degree, and think you know everything, but you never lost your parents at 14 and had to move from one foster home to another, live on the streets and smoke pot to fucking feel better. I s

I said to break the ice. "I'm fine now, Daze. I'm happy with my life, with my new boyfriend. I'm happy without you in my life. So please, if you're trying to enter in my life again, sorry to tell you because No Daze allowed!" She said without even looking at me. I felt a fang in my chest but I manage to smile. "Don't worry, I'm here to have a closure. I know it doesn't change anything but at least it will free your grudges and my regrets" I said sadly

The repeatedly accumulated knowledge easily guided him to the ivory tower of S National University. Yuhwan, too, was a man born as a fractured, twisted illegitimate child of a massive chaebol family, a guy who had built his own unyielding, fiercely lonely fortress amidst the cold neglect of a family in all four lifetimes. During his high school days, his brilliant life as a legendary baseball prodigy had been heavily scarred by an unexpected shoulder injury, followed by a brutal, agonizing year of harsh rehabilitation. Ultimately, the concentration of their suffocating loneliness was remarkably identical. That was exactly why they shared a baseline that allowed them to recognize one another

he asked, his voice dropping low like he was disappointed. I didn’t respond. Silence enveloped the two of us but he broke it by letting out an awkward laugh. “It’s fine, Mireya… I almost forgot about it anyway. I didn’t even realize it was my birthday today if Dad hadn’t told me he was holding a royal banquet for my birthday.” I nodded. What am I supposed to say? Should I apologize? It’s not like I feel guilty not remembering his birthday. It’s no longer my obligation to celebrate it with him.