After Rebirth,they Want Me Back Novels & Stories

“Of course I remembered how I fucking killed you but here you are making me do the same thing again. But this time I promise to do a clean Job and kill you for real. Don't worry, you won’t come back. You won’t have a chance to undo this.” I felt my knees wobble, my body threatening to collapse, how the fuck did she know about my rebirth? I thought it was impossible for anyone else to figure that out. “I… I am not… reborn,” I stammered, my voice weak, cracking. “I… I’m not…”

My breath caught — though I wasn’t sure if I still needed to breathe. Return? The glow intensified. Images flashed before me. My father smiling at me when I was young. The wedding. The betrayal. The knife. Adam’s hands around my throat. Miley’s cruel smile. My unborn child. All of it passed through my mind in rapid sequence. “Yes…” I thought desperately. “I want to return.” The glow responded warmly. “Why?” Because I wasn’t done. Because my father deserved better. Because my child deserved life. Because those two monsters needed to pay.

His brows furrow while he steps forward, reaching to me, and after Ashron is a few inches in front of me, he holds my face, then elevates it until I see his stunning stares. I gulp because his face was too stunning than Arthur's, "Can I rewind everything?" After I asked him that, Ashron's eyes widened per his shock after hearing my request. "Why?" He asks while I feel his thumb brushing my cheeks. "I want to be reborn again." I want to change my life, and I want to escape from my current situation. Ashron takes a deep sigh while he removes his hands from my face. "If you want to be reborn again, you can use your red key and green after you transfer to your new body."

but she remembers everything me:- okay I will protect her and please let me be reborn. I will protect her this time no matter what. I can't take this regret anymore :goddess:- OK I give you secrets permission to be reborn

’’ ‘’Because it is in his nature, this one was a slave and didn’t know anything. ‘’I don’t know how you convinced her to do such a thing.’’ ‘’I tricked her, gave her a false sense that she could regain control.’’ ‘’Poor girl.’’ ‘’Don’t feel bad. You and I both know that when things like this happen, the human will be reborn as a full human out there, with no memory of their past life.’’ ‘’Yes, Abel will be reborn soon.’’ ‘’Enough of these humans, what are we going to do about Marcus? He wants revenge and says that once he healed, then he will be coming for us.’’

Words that made Kiera's heart race and her face turn pale. "You have returned," the grandmother whispered, her voice carrying the weight of countless years. “Your soul is not meant for this timeline but you’ve been granted a gift, a second chance in life. You’ve been reborn to make changes to your regrets of your past life.” At once all the colour seemed to drain from Kiera’s face as she staggered back a step, her eyes wide. "That's impossible," she murmured, “how did you…” she swallowed, grappling with the revelation that someone knew she was reborn.

but she remember everything me :- okey I will protect her and please let me reborn. I will protect her this time no matter what. I can't take this regret anymore :goddess:- OK I give you secrets permission to reborn

Whatever Project Rebirth truly is It’s coming back for me. And this time, it knows exactly who I’ve become.

If you are looking for a way to get my attention, then this won't work'. Tears trickled down my cheeks, my grip tightened around the phone, and my jaw clenched tightly. I didn't know what was going on right now, and why I was seeing this day again after almost two years instead of being dead after the fire outbreak, but I guess it was for a reason. As much as I wanted to conclude that I was given another chance and had been reborn, I didn't want to give myself so much hope. Besides, that was never possible.

I had already decided to move, choosing a life in the countryside. I had made this choice willingly to get away from everything here and begin my life all over again. It was then that the police officer regarded me with faint sympathy, saying, "Mr. Smith has asked for you, Ms. Warner. He's been quite insistent about seeing you one last time. Do you intend to go see him?" I stopped what I was doing momentarily. I recalled his smiling face in the wheat field, dressed in a clean white shirt. It was quickly replaced by the memory of his determined handwriting, inscribing the word "mire" in his autobiography before my death in my past life.