Back From The Dead: My New Life Beyond Her Mga Nobela at Kwento

A single drop fell onto a crystal he held beneath it. The moment my blood touched the crystal, Valak’s expression changed. His eyes went wide, confusion and something like shock crossing his features. “What is it?” I asked, tension spiking through me. He stared at the crystal, then at me. His lips moved, but no sound came out at first. Then his voice entered my mind directly, a mental communication that bypassed sound entirely. ‘You were reborn. You died and came back.’ I froze, my blood turning to ice.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Apologies, but I don't want a man who's poor, impotent, and useless either." I had thought that Timothy would throw a fit of rage. However, he just smacked himself in the face and said, "You're right. I am useless. I didn't cherish what I had. I'll do anything you want as long as you forgive me." "I'm never going to marry someone who betrayed me in both lifetimes, Timothy. I'll never forgive you either." Timothy was shocked. "You… How could this be? Were you reborn, too?" I had no need to pretend in front of him anymore. "Yes, I was reborn. I've never forgotten how you treated me in my previous life. Just looking at you makes me sick to the core!"

The moment I saw her face, I felt my breath caught in my chest. It was Jessica. Countless thoughts raced through my mind. Had something already happened to Patrick? I handed Jessica a pack of tissues. When she saw me, surprise flashed across her face. However, it was quickly replaced by disgust. "If you think you can shut me up, I'm telling you—not a chance!" She looked at me with stubborn determination, hatred churning in her eyes. "I know who you are. But I swear I'll make the people who killed my father pay!" I looked at her, and for a moment, she blurred together with the woman who had delivered the final blow to North Hill Corporation in my previous life.

Her hair was thick, falling in healthy waves over shoulders that were no longer skeletal. “Oh my goodness.” I muttered, my voice breaking. “I came back. I'm alive. I'm really alive.” I cried out, touching my face everywhere. I couldn't believe this. How is something like this possible? How was I able to come back to this time? “Or did it have anything to do with those people who took me away?” I wondered though I wasn't able to think of the answer no matter how hard I tried. But still, I was alive. "Moon Goddess... thank you," I whispered, my voice cracking. I pressed my palm against the glass, tracing the line of my jaw. "Thank you."

She had actually been looking forward to going home to Killian, but she had to stay back. “Can I drop out of this competition?” Ruelle turned to Mrs. Indrik who instantly shook her head. To Ruelle, this competition wasn't important anymore. If this was her last life it would have meant the world to her, but not anymore. She only joined in to take back something that was taken from her. Yes, that's right. She had died previously and came back to life. This was her rebirth story. In her previous life, she never found out about Eileen and Gabriel’s affair until she laid on her deathbed.

It hits me all at once. The hospital. The paralysis. Vance. Anya. The betrayal. The poison. My death. And him. Trying to save me. Too late. “I didn’t imagine it,” I say, my voice steady now. “I lived it.” He doesn’t interrupt. “I died,” I continue. “And somehow… I’ve been brought back.” Silence fills the room. Heavy. Final. I meet his gaze, something unshakable settling deep within me. “This isn’t déjà vu,” I say.

“You’re both just… brand new to this.” “It must be hard being a brand new person,” I whisper, closing my eyes for a moment. “Well, you came back from the dead… again. You could say you’re like a new person right now, too.” I look at her, taking in her kind face and soft smile. There might be some truth to that. I died and came back to life only to be thrust into two entirely new roles, my life abruptly changing course. Now I’m struggling and stumbling through it, learning as I go. And so is Isaac.

"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.