Aot Reborn Mga Nobela at Kwento

I felt stuck, still unable to find the main components of the substance. Even worse, there had been a bad turn in our progress with the regeneration of the antidote. Even though that had been going so well. Frustrated, I got up and started pacing. I rubbed the back of my neck, mentally clawing at the problem. Lucas popped back in again. “Alpha Nicholas is back,” he announced. Every muscle in my body instantly unclenched. Relief washed over me so intensely my knees almost buckled. My heart leapt.

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

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.

“Rest for now. There’s much for you to learn. But when you’re ready, the underworld awaits.” Weeks passed, the initial haze of recovery giving way to clarity. She observed the compound’s routines, memorized its hierarchy, and noted the deference afforded to The Sovereign. Though her name was never spoken aloud, whispers filled the air—rumors of her origin, theories about the identity she left behind, and speculations about why The Sovereign had chosen to protect her.

He was lifting his fist for another blow when I grabbed his arm. "Let it go, Nate." With this second chance at life, all I wanted was to properly make up for my poor son. As for Judy, I'd deal with her eventually—but there was no rush. That night, we completed the transfer to another hospital. While packing up in the hospital room, I overheard whispers from behind the curtain next door. My sister tried to lower her voice, but her excitement was impossible to hide. "I've been reborn. My son, Phillip, will become a big boss in the future."

“This isn’t me.” I shook my head violently, tears clouding my vision. My reflection blurred as sobs built in my throat. “This is not me!” I screamed, gripping the edge of the mirror as if breaking it would reveal the truth. Then Karina’s voice filled my mind, strong and certain. "It is you, Aria. The Moon has given you another chance. She has clothed you in a new form, but within, your soul remains untouched. You are still you" I collapsed to my knees in front of the mirror, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The truth hit me with a weight I could not bear. My hands pressed against the cool floor as my lips trembled, the word slipping from me in a whisper of disbelief. “Reborn?”

And somehow, that made me uneasy. Because every step forward felt like I was being pushed closer to something I didn’t want to face. An important guest. Why does it feel as if I can already guess who it was? Fate had always toy with me in this way, pressing its fingers against my back, nudging me toward a path I’d sworn to avoid. I had tried to dodge Adrian Hawthorne before. I didn’t know if fate would allow me to do it again. And for the first time since my rebirth, I had the terrible feeling that no matter how carefully I planned, some encounters were simply waiting for the right moment to return.

Lucy shot her a sharp look, clearly annoyed. Kenneth jumped in with a grin. "Aunt Charlotte, the remedies my mom finds always work. Remember how Susan couldn't have a son before? Mom found her a remedy which she drank for two years, and then she had a baby boy. "And back in February, when my brother got sick, it was Mom's remedy again. He used it for less than half a month and got better. No more spasms. It worked great, and it didn't cost much either." The more Kenneth talked, the prouder Lucy looked, her chin lifting higher and higher.

This was about vengeance. I set the phone down, fingers trembling, then curling into fists. Let them think I was gone. Let them believe they had buried me. Because I was back. And this time, I wasn’t their prey. I was the fire coming for them in the dark.

Which is kind of weird? "Too hasty Aurken, I just gave you an overview for you to understand, the third type I mentioned, which is being reborn with half of one's original age consume, can also drain one's necro if the necro of a reborn is not enough. So talented reborn of this class is because being able to provide the necessary amount of necro in their reborn state, means they have massive amounts of necro." A voice from a seemingly old man. "So basically, what you're trying to say doc is-"