Novelas web de First-Person POV e historias de Decisive ambientadas en Reborn

"I will always protect you Ezra....even if it means giving everything I have" Sheba is a renowned business woman. she spends her time reading and she falls in love with a character who dies at the end of the story. she is devastated and hurt that she is not able to protect him she dies and is reborn into the body of a princess, the villainess of the story and she makes it her purpose to protect the Grand Duke, Ezra Dalio from all harm that the protagonists of the story might throw his way. The only way to do this is to marry him. The closer she is the better. But soon, even though she had convinced herself that she didn't need him to love her back, Ezra eventually falls for her. But how will they overcome the biggest plot point of the story? Will she be able to protect Ezra and keep him from dying?

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll use what she left me. Her body. Her history with Jacob. Her enemies, who I'm about to make my own. I'll burn Jacob's reputation with the truth of what he did with me. I'll bury the mistresses circling Jackson's inheritance one by one — until I find out how deep this family's rot really goes, and who I have to become to survive it. I'm not the woman who begged for love anymore. I'm patient now. Careful. Ruthless when I need to be. But every enemy I destroy costs me an ally. And when the people I trusted turn their backs on me at once, I'll have nothing left but an old blood ritual, my son's memory, and one last war to fight — not for my crown, but so no one else pays what I paid.

I died watching my husband hand our survival to another bitch like I was nothing. Woke up three days before hell started again, signed the divorce papers with a smirk, and walked out with rage and a universe that owed me. This time? I'm not dying for anyone. Now I've got money, a secret estate, and this dark hunger inside me that makes powerful men lose their damn minds. My ex is crawling back. A soldier watches me like I'm his next addiction. A genius wants to take me apart with his hands. They're all obsessed now that I'm untouchable. But I didn't come back to be fucked over—I came back to fuck shit up. Seventy-two hours until the world ends. I'm not looking for a prince—I'm looking for someone nasty enough to stand in the fire with me. This phoenix isn't rising for redemption. She's rising for revenge. And when I rise? I'm taking every goddamn thing I deserve.

"I need you to smile, darling," Adrian whispers, his fingers digging into Isabella's waist as cameras flash. "Your father's business empire depends on it." The champagne in her glass trembles as Isabella forces herself to play the perfect mafia bride. She hasn't told him about the baby yet. Hasn't mentioned the way his eyes linger on the judge's daughter, Elena. Hasn't revealed that she knows about the poison they've planned for her "tragic accident." But Isabella Romano isn't going down without a fight. "Please," she whispers to Santa Muerte as poison burns through her veins. "Give me a chance to make them pay." Death has a price. Isabella awakens in the body of Valentina Salvatore—wife to Adrian's greatest rival and mother to twin girls who somehow see through her deception. She has 150 days to either claim vengeance or find true love. The clock is ticking, and Nicolas Salvatore, her new "husband," is proving dangerously easy to fall for. "You're not really her, are you?" Nicolas murmurs one night, his fingers tracing her jaw. "My Valentina never looked at me the way you do." But as Isabella navigates the deadly waters of rival crime families, she discovers Valentina had secrets of her own—secrets worth dying for. Now, with her father plotting a takeover, Adrian suspicious of her resurrection, and her borrowed body slowly rejecting her soul, Isabella must choose: the revenge she died for, or the love she never expected to find. In this dangerous game of second chances, some fates are worse than death. And some loves are worth dying for twice.

Clara Morley died freezing to death because she trusted the wrong people. Ninety days later, she wakes up with all her memories intact—and a mysterious spatial dimension capable of storing anything in perfect time-stasis. The apocalypse is coming. On June 1st, a deadly black ice storm will freeze the world, destroy the power grid, and turn survival into a brutal fight. This time, Clara refuses to be the helpless wife everyone used and betrayed. She divorces her worthless husband, cuts off his greedy family, and begins preparing for the end. Food. Medicine. Fuel. Weapons. A fortress. She will take everything she needs. But when her ex-husband discovers what she is preparing and sends armed criminals after her, Clara realizes the apocalypse isn't the only danger she has to survive. They left her to die once. This time, Clara will make sure they regret it.

"You actually thought I'd marry you for you?" His mouth curled. "You fat, disembodied creature." "I should've never rejected my fated mate for a bulldozer like you." "You were never meant to be Luna," I, Phoebe Rousey died on my fifth wedding anniversary, betrayed twice over. My mate, Alpha Simon of the BlackAsh pack, has spent five years using me only to seize both my birthright and the Starlight throne — and on the night I finally catch him, he tells me the truth: he rejected his real fated mate, Stella, to marry me for power alone. Before I could process the wreckage of my marriage, Stella tears through the glasshouse Simon once built me with his own hands and murders me in cold blood, jealous of every year I spent as Luna in her place. I woke up twelve days before my original bonding ceremony, young again and armed with memories no one else should have. Determined not to become a pawn a second time, I hide my knowledge behind the same soft, unsuspecting mask I wore the first time around, quietly preparing my pack for a war I now know is coming. When Simon reappears with his same practiced charm, I play along, accepting his invitation to the Crescent Festival — and his public proposal — with calculated precision instead of naive devotion. Stella is there too, and she remembers everything from our first life, including the murder. With her once-victim now forewarned and her rival still very much alive, Stella makes clear she's willing to kill me all over again. Armed with foreknowledge but facing an enemy who shares it, I must decide how far she's willing to go to survive — and win — this time.