After Rebirth,she Strikes Back Novels & Stories

This time, it actually worked. I became bound to her. Anything that could harm her body would be transferred to me and amplified a hundred times over. In my last life, she used that power to become rich. But not long after I died, the flowers lost their effect. She was quickly replaced by other streamers, and her popularity crashed. With no other options, she started faking eating content, but obsessive fans exposed her. Some extreme followers kidnapped her and forced gallons of pepper-infused liquid down her throat. She died on the spot.

The nightmare didn't end until nightfall. As I lay on the dirt floor, barely catching my breath, Rachael walked in under the moonlight. The knife in her hand reflected a chilling gleam. Before I could react, she drove the blade into me. As my eyes widened in bitter disbelief, her final curse echoed in my ears. "It's all your fault, you jinx. You ruined my life." When my blood splattered across her face, I saw Rachael clearly for the very first time. Her expression was utterly monstrous.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND GORE (DISMEMBERMENT, FEEDING). As Cruella's bones kept changing positions making her vulnerable, the girls thought of it as an opportunity to run but Maeve saw it as an opportunity to get revenge. She was frightened by Cruella's sudden strength but now that she was going through whatever this is, she wanted to teach her a lesson. “Come on Maeve, let's get out of here.” One of her minions said. It's obvious the girl was fucking scared but Maeve cared less.

My voice shook as I spoke. "Miss, you were involved in an accident with your older brother five days ago." He answered me calmly. Five days ago. I was involved in an accident with my brother. My brother! Isn't he supposed to be dead? Yeah... He died like two years back before I got married... My voice trailed off in my head. It was a circuit got burnt instantly in my head. I thought I had figured out everything but it was far from what I had figured out. I had been reborn.

Her body begins to twist to bring her battered face to present before me as her trembling lips struggle to pronounce her following lines, “...s-she’s been reincarnated...the chosen Omega...she’s returned. The Chimera breathed its last...and bestowed its offspring to her.” My mood changes at once and I’m snatching her head in my hand before I know it. I growl, my rage bouncing off the walls sporadically as I bark thunderously into her distorted face, “What absurdity are you spouting? Do you wish to die so miserably by my hands to pull this joke on me? Do you-”

She gently lifted her gaze from the staircase and turned to look at me, “That’s not in your place to tell her, go and talk to her, you shouldn’t be fighting at a time like this!” She said patting my shoulders lightly. *FLASHBACK* “Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you,” “Come on, Make a wish and blow your candles!” “Come back here Damon, you must make a wish this year, you’re too care free, don’t be such a buzzkill” “But I have everything I need, there’s nothing more to wish for!”

She heard the sounds of footsteps moving and then it vanished, she waited for a moment before struggling to stand up. She struggled to remain straight but her tenacity prevailed and she began moving slowly. "Damn that tree." She cursed the thick root that messed up her leg, she was still tens of minutes away from the main city and even more towards the edge, she couldn't stop now to rest or look at her ankle. Who knew what those humans in black were setting up? Atarah leaned against her lean as she took deep breaths, she gazed at her ankle again. "Damn it." She struggled to move again and before a sharp voice stopped her.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

I glanced at her retreating figure, then back at the vase, the desire for revenge burning hot in my chest. Without thinking, I rushed toward the vase, my hand wrapping around its base as I lifted it. My heart raced, my vision blurred by the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. I raised the vase above my head, ready to strike, but just as I was about to bring it down on her, a sudden grip tightened around my wrist.

Unknowingly, I started to turn, wanting to be sure she was gone. Now turning and seeing her face, I couldn’t hold it. Her face shone. She looked like the source of light. Like I was being compelled by an internal force, in a twinkle of an eye, I was bowed in reverence. It was hard to believe I was seeing the same being I had cursed a few minutes before this started playing out. “But why? Why give me a new life this minute, the next you forsake me in this dungeon?” I fought the tears that struggled to make a grand entrance from my eyes to my cheeks.