Aristocrat Reborn In Another World Novels & Stories

She's my grandmother's biological granddaughter. After a pause, she added, "Though, perhaps she may not even be biological. We still need to investigate to be sure. But one thing is confirmed—she has been reborn." Excitement suddenly sparked in Aria's eyes. "You know what rebirth is, right? Just like in the novels! They return to the past and—" "Buy all the lottery numbers they missed," Landon interrupted, pointing at the word "lottery" she had just written. He raised an eyebrow. "Such low ambition?"

"I need your help." Mia frowned, trying to piece it together. "So, should I introduce you to a good doctor? I have a cousin…" I cut in, not waiting for her to finish. "Yes. Please connect me." "Really?" "Yes. Your cousin, Amory." She looked shocked. "He's not a doctor, he's a CEO…" She paused, thinking over my words when she realized their true meaning. "Hold on. You can't… so, it's not a family epic. It's a revenge tragedy. No, no. If he's your sister's man… this is melodrama."

I couldn't help but wonder if Calvin would regret that decision once he was publicly embarrassed. … It was just as it was in my past life. The banquet was held at our villa and it was attended by prominent figures from various industries. I had made sure that reporters were stationed outside the villa's entrance when Callum made his grand entrance in his Bentley, fully intending to blow the situation up as much as possible. It had been years since I had last seen him, and Callum had indeed matured into a competent heir. He was capable of handling matters on his own. He was the center of attention as soon as he arrived at the banquet. It was absurd how Calvin, with his face bearing no resembl

I was reborn after my best friend pushed me off a cliff. When we woke up, we realized we were back to the day we first arrived in the beast tribe. I could hear the voice of the old chieftain of the white tigers the moment I opened my eyes. "All unmated males of the white tiger tribe are here. You two precious females may choose whomever you like," he said. We were still confused about the situation back then. Luckily, we could understand their language.

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.

Forgotten that one day soon, HE would bow to ME. Hot, searing bitterness clawed up my stomach when Anastasia turned away from me and looked into the audience. Looked at Him. Nicholas the bastard. They shared a smile. A quiet, intimate moment that didn’t include me. Then he grinned at her like he’d already won, like this was all over and she was already his forever. And she… she fucking RETURNED it. Something cracked. This couldn’t be the end. It didn’t make sense. Anastasia slipping through my fingers just like that didn't make sense. Losing to Nicholas didn't make sense.

Ever since that day at the restaurant with Isabel and Damian, everything had gone wrong in ways I hadn’t anticipated, because Damian barely looked at me anymore, barely spoke to me, and it felt as though the connection I had worked so hard to create had completely slipped through my fingers. It was like we had gone all the way back to the beginning, except this time it felt worse, because I knew what it was like to have him close, and now it felt like I had to start afresh as if everything I had built with him had gone to waste. If I was going to beat Amara, then I needed to be smarter. So I made a decision, one that didn’t sit well with my pride but was necessary. If fixing things meant swa

REBORN ON MY WEDDING DAY Chapter 3 – The Terms The hotel suite was on the fourteenth floor and looked out over the river. Claire stood at the window and watched the water move while Julian ordered food she hadn't asked for. Tea and sandwiches appeared without ceremony. She didn't touch them. Her corset was pressing against the bottom of her ribs with every breath, and she was starting to see small black spots at the edges of her vision that she was pretending weren't there.

"did I?" "He just suddenly teleported." Another guy added. "Maybe he uses magic." He certainly didn't. Alkhun didn't expect that it would look like that from their perspective. Did he again? use some sort of technique without him realizing it? "Hey, Aristocrat kid." A group of guys has approached him. "You did a good job!" A guy thumbs up. "Huh?" "You beat Hezekiah. He has always been so boastful." another guy added. "Yeah, just because he is an Aristocrat. We thought you were the same too, but it doesn't seem like it." Alkhun doesn't know if they're telling the truth, but he is somehow glad. Someone Appreciated him.

When a third Alpha tries to claim the seat in front of her, Victor cuts in with a growl, staking it for himself. Soft jazz plays on the speakers, and rain pitters against the side of the building. Ariadne and Victor watch each other for a full thirty seconds, exchanging both black and white emotions. One of the other Alphas adjusts his collar nervously, turning to the game moderator. "You gonna deal or what?" Lightening quick, Ariadne receives her thirteen cards. She organizes them quickly and sets them face down on the table again. "My name is Ambrose," one of the Alphas introduces himself, placing down the three of diamonds. "You must be Ariadne Emerson. I heard a lot about your little stu