Be Spoiled After Rebirth Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

My supplies could last for months. Yet something still felt wrong. The outbreak had started far earlier than I expected. I checked the date on my phone again. Fifty-six days. That was how much time I should have had before the apocalypse began. But the world outside was already falling apart. Had my return changed the timeline? Or had I misunderstood what happened in my previous life? I closed the calendar. It didn't matter anymore. Whatever the reason, I couldn't afford to waste time wondering about it. I needed to survive the present.

"I don't know who yet. But I intend to find out." Ivy thought of her own rebirth, the mechanical ping in the darkness, the Space that had chosen her for reasons she still didn't fully understand. She hadn't questioned the convenience of it, not really, not past the first grateful relief of waking up with a second chance. Now, for the first time, she wondered whether the timing of her death, her rebirth, and this engineered catastrophe were threads of the same larger pattern, rather than two separate strokes of impossible luck. "We'll find out together," she said. "Whatever it turns out to be."

I knew what it said without looking. _Safe?_ And later that night, when Daniel was asleep, snoring with his mouth open, I would go to the bathroom, lock the door, and type back one word: _Safe._ Because the game was working. Daniel suspected I was cheating on him. He was going crazy trying to prove it. And every time he tried, he found nothing — except a woman who looked more beautiful, more confident, and more untouchable than ever before. And that was the most dangerous revenge of all. Not leaving him. But making him watch me become someone he could never have again — while he could do nothing to stop it.

he said. "Yes." "Then tell me." She had rehearsed it for six hours. All of it left her at once. "I died," Nora said. "Seven days before the Fog, I was alive. Forty one days after it, I died at the gate of the Coles' shelter, and a system I had never heard of brought me back. It said a donor had paid for it. It would not tell me who. Until last night." Caleb did not move. "The donor was you," she whispered. "Your remaining life is what is paying for mine. There are thirty one days left."

They crashed to the ground with loud thuds. The moment Missy sent her away, she turned and raised her boning knife. Clang! Boom! A deafening collision sent dust and debris flying. As the dust settled, Missy found herself face-to-face with a grotesque half-rotten creature. For the first time after her rebirth, fear flickered in her eyes. The zombie's soulless black eyes locked onto hers. Unlike other zombies, it didn't roar or move mindlessly. It simply stared at her—silent and calculating. Then, as if reading her thoughts, a sinister smile crept across the human half of its face.

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

Adam's P.O.V I’m a fucking idiot. That has to be it. Why else would I have agreed to Stephanie’s revenge plan if I weren’t one? I didn’t need this sort of distraction in my life. Especially now that I’m just barely managing to forget about Tracy. I’ll admit, the benefits of agreeing to this little contract marriage were sort of beneficial to me, they weren’t what engineered my decisions. Loneliness did.

Keenan looked at her pitifully. Dawn nibbled her lip. ‘What can he do? Nothing. This is my problem. He’s already apologized to me a million times and I should be over it by now, if not because of the promise I made to Asier. I have already looked at plenty of books about the afterlife, rebirth, reincarnation–or whatever they call it. But I found nothing.. No answers.’ Just the thought of it makes Dawn want to sob again. Dawn sat down on the marble floor, dejectedly.

The realisation of what was happening hit me with full force; I had actually been REBORN. The reality was still so confusing that it was hard to grasp. After being burnt by the fire set up by Sophie and Logan, I got reborn, four years before my death. I was reborn four years before everything began to happen. I wasn't crippled, I wasn't vulnerable, I wasn't weak. Sophie’s perplexed expression only deepened as she watched me gaze around like a lost bride. I needed confirmation that this wasn’t some twisted dream. In a frantic gesture, I pinched her hand hard, bracing myself for any sign of illusion. But the sharp pain that followed was all too real.

My fingers moved on instinct as I logged into an account I knew as well as my own reflection. Patricia Dawson. The screen refreshed, and my breath caught. Thousands of messages flooded in with condolences, tributes, strangers and acquaintances alike wishing me to rest in peace. Like I was dead, oh if only they knew... I stared at the screen for a single, dangerous second. Then I typed… I’ll be back. You’d all better wait for me. I didn’t reread it. I didn’t hesitate. I posted. I logged out, shut down the computer, and stood up.