Are There Any Sequels To Happy Kid!?

If you had a chance to be reborn into a new world, would you change anything? A series of stories of being reborn and changing ones fate.

(Completed) My panic grows and I begin to struggle with him, "Stop! William gets off me, you don't know what you are doing." He pushes me harder against the bed, "Would you feel better if it was your British boy doing this to you?" He slurs as his hands come to touch my face. I throw my face away from his touch and I see him clench his teeth from the corner of my eyes. "You don't want me anymore?" I glare at him, "Not like this I don't. Get off me!" I say, pushing him off but he traps my hands and holds them above my head. "Stop fighting me!" He snaps, "this, this is what you want!" "No, it's not!" I exclaim, kicking my legs which are slowly growing numb from his weight against him. He raises a brow, "You love me right?" I grit my teeth at his tricky question; if I say yes, then he'll want me to want this and if I say no, that would be a lie. "Yes, but not like this!" I answer in frustration. He moves to settle properly, on my legs, "Well I think you should get to know every side of me; including this side." He sneers into my ears left ear, licking my face. His hand unfastens his belt and unzips his trousers and shoves it down. ***Karen thought telling William how she felt about him would make things better between then, little did she know it would be the exact opposite.

On the seventh day after my daughter goes missing, I kidnap an entire kindergarten. I lock away all 27 students and two teachers in a classroom. I tell the police that if they can't find my daughter, I will kill a kid every 30 minutes. The principal falls to her knees, wailing and begging, "It's not my fault that your daughter is missing. Why should other children pay for it?" I glance at my watch. "29 minutes left. Find her." I know she's in this kindergarten.

For the sake of that fake heiress, my biological parents and brother threw me into a horror game to "teach me some manners." The second the game started, the fake heiress, Nicole, went out of her way to provoke the ghosts nonstop. Once she'd pissed them off, she shoved me in front of her to take the punishment. As I lay there, tortured within an inch of my life, she planted her foot on my head and smirked. "Mom and Dad already made it clear—I'm the only one they truly love. They only brought you back to keep me entertained! Letting you deal with those ghosts for me is more than generous. If you dare complain, once my brother and the others get back, they'll skin you alive." In my past life, I treated them like family and gave in every single time. In the end, I was nothing but a stepping stone for them to beat the game—torn apart and devoured by over a dozen ghosts. But now, I've been reborn. "Welcome to Horror Instance: Happy Home." The moment I heard that mechanical announcement, I slapped the arrogant Nicole so hard she flew across the room. Because in this instance, the three bosses that terrorized every player… were all my family. The red-dressed female ghost who killed without hesitation was my adoptive mother. The monster with scissors for hands who ripped out hearts with a single swipe was my adoptive father. And the ruthless warden who devoured people whole, leaving no bones behind, was my adoptive brother. With them watching my back, why the hell would I keep putting up with this? A mocking smile curled across my lips as I said, "You're on my turf; none of you are getting out alive."

I thought I was happy. I thought my life was perfect. I realised how wrong I was when I met her.~~~Melody started a new school 3 years ago and since then she's had a near-perfect life. An amazing group of friends, top grades and a loving, caring boyfriend. But when Thalia shows up and their paths collide her whole world starts to come crashing down.Now only one question is standing in her way. Are you happy?

After being bullied to death at school, I was reborn as a newborn baby. And then I realized my mother was the same person who had tormented me. Now she was whispering to me sweetly, “Oh, my precious baby.” Precious baby? I immediately started thrashing in her arms, trying to jab my tiny fingers into her eyes. From this day forward, this ‘precious baby’ would be out for revenge!