A Heart Reborn Chinese Drama Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was allowed to feel those emotions and she wasn’t going to stand in the way of that. She was going to help him move on. In a way that his girlfriend would have wanted. Without compromising her relationship with Cameroon. She continued, “something in me died that day. The day my car plunged into that river.” She paused, waiting for him to say something. He didn’t. He walked back to her and took her hands in his. She looked up at him. directly into his eyes. Then she looked away. Before she continued “something in me died. I was on that hospital bed for two months, that was my process of rebirth. Of reborn. I woke up a different person.”

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

"What about our unborn child, Timothy? Do you really have the heart to leave our child fatherless?" I was floored when I heard that. I knew they were seeing each other, but the idea that they were having a baby—and hadn't even graduated yet—was more than I could wrap my head around. "Did you not hear what the doctor said just now? You had already miscarried when they brought you into the hospital." Timothy sneered. "You'd better stay away from me from now on, Queenie," he added, completely shattering Queenie's remaining hope. Queenie lost all her strength in a flash. She let go of Timothy's hand and buried her face in her hands, crying.

I wondered when you'd find it. She slept until morning. She woke with his arm still around her and the light coming pale through the curtains and his heartbeat steady under her hand, and she thought: This is what I came back for. Not the revenge. Not the title. Not the land or the bloodline or the gold in her eyes that made Councils kneel. This.

Everything was too much to take. Tears welled up in her eye’s when she realised she was reborn. This place she remembers it correctly how her life changed after today. As the memory was engraved in her mind, she could tell at a glance what she was doing here and all the familiar sights. Why was she back? Why she did not die? Why was she was reborn at 20 years old? Crystal's heart sank at all the memories of her past life. Her tears began to fall. She sobbed uncontrollably. She never would have thought that her sister and mother would do this to her…

It was that of 2018. She stumbled, perplexed. She slapped herself across the face. "Ah!" She felt the pain. It was real. She really wasn't dreaming. Then what was going on? Wait… she was reborn? 2018. That was a year ago. Her incredulousness slowly transformed into happiness. She had been given another chance. Another chance to make things right. She was as happy as a lark, and she began to laugh out loud. There was a harsh knock on her door.

It did not end there. It continued and I was watching a battle scene. It was me in Ryan's arms, smiling at him as he sat, bent over me, crying a river. Wait, was it me or was it Sherizad. At that moment I realised, Sherizad and Sherry, we're nothing different. I was Her and she was me. I was the controversial werewolf Alpha queen, reborn as Sherizad, or Sherry, the human. It was the same soul, breathing in my chest, with a different body and a different flesh.

I embraced it. I took the darkness into myself, using the "Solar-Fire" I had absorbed from Solis to incinerate the seed from the inside out. The Mind-Link exploded into a billion shards of white starlight. The Rebirth of the Heart I woke up with a gasp, my skin returning to warm flesh as the quartz resonators shattered. The hollow was silent. The oily black veins on the walls were gone, replaced by a vibrant, ivory-white glow. The Heart-Tree let out a long, deep vibration—a sigh of relief that shook the entire Spire.