Romans & histoires After Rebirth

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

This made her jump off the bed with joy, completely forgetting she was naked. She walked close to the big wall mirror, admiring her leg. Her face had ceased to smile the day she woke up without a leg. She dared not look others in the face and had always accepted whatever life threw at her, but her glow was back. Her hand went to the mirror table, where she took her mobile, flipping through the calendar. It was 5 years earlier—she had been granted a rebirth 5 years earlier. Oh… just how much she missed it was very clear and written in her eyes. She felt so happy having her leg back and being given a second chance. Now everything made sense. She had been given a second chance to rewrite everyt

This was just like the contradictory relationship we had in the previous timeline. Connor brought me back to my apartment. After my mother’s death, Connor would visit me often to look after me. I had even given him a key. He got a doctor to make a house call. After the doctor made sure I was okay, Connor spent the night at my bedside, caring for me. “I’m sorry, Willow. After our wedding, I’ll make it all up to you.” That was what I heard him say at dawn before he left. But there will not be any weddings. I would make certain of it.

“Wow, Lissy, was that your family’s driver who dropped you off again? That was a Rolls-Royce.” I stood in the corner of the classroom, staring at everything in disbelief. Only then did I realize I had been reborn. “No, that was my dad,” Lisa Hale said with a small smile. “Not our driver.” The classroom erupted. “Oh my God, your dad is so good to you. He’s that busy and still drives you to school himself?” Lisa smiled and accepted their envy without correcting a word. But I knew she was lying. Every single word. The pain from my last life was still burned into me. I looked at her, and all I felt was hatred.

Teaching them to be strong, to be unafraid. I lowered my head, pressing a kiss to the crown of each tiny head, breathing in the scent of new life, fresh and perfect. My chest ached with love so sharp it was blissfully painful. Ruby’s voice thrummed through me again, clear and fierce: We are reborn. You, me, and them. And no one will take this from us. I nodded faintly, clutching them closer. I believed her; I wasn’t dying anymore, wasn’t broken. I was alive and reborn along with my children.

"Remember that a part of training your necro is the training of the soul, right? You need to cultivate and meditate your soul so that you could freely control or even increase your necro." "So, what does this have to do with that guy?" I asked. I don't know that quark stuff. The only thing I know is that necro is our source of power, and that means everything in this world. "Let me explain it furthermore, there are two common types of reborn, the first type is being reborn as an infant from a virgin mother, the other one is reborn as they were in their past life. Those kinds of reports have little to an average amount of necros" He looked at me. "Are you? You've been reborn as a newborn chil

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

He had learned a lot in the space of a few breaths. He knew, just like Anna and Peter that their father had a unique skill. This was the skill called Perpetual Rebirth. This skill allowed the user to be reborn in the body of another, no matter how madly mutilated they were before they died. The downside was that you couldn’t personally select what body you would inherit. So you could end up as an old man, or as a newborn. It was even possible to find yourself back in the womb! Luckily it was quite picky too. Perpetual rebirth only picked targets with great strength and impressive talent. So even if you ended up in the body of an old man, it will be an old man with a great amount of talent. T

His breath leaves him slowly, like surrender. “Project Rebirth wasn’t just a theoretical program,” he begins. “It was a contingency. A genetic-memory restoration experiment. Designed to preserve consciousness across fatal trauma.” My knees weaken. I grip the railing. “You’re saying” “I’m saying your rebirth wasn’t a miracle,” he says hoarsely. “It was a consequence.” The world tilts. “So my second life,” I murmur, “my choices, my love, my freedom” “Are real,” he cuts in fiercely. “Elena, listen to me. Whatever the origin, you are real. What we have is real.”