Be Spoiled After Rebirth Novel Novels & Stories

Reene The moment I opened my eyes, and heard that voice, I concluded that I wasn't fated to be lucky. In my past and present life. "Luna Amber, are you awake? Or should I say Alpha Ethan's sex toy?" The voice was calm, and filled with mockery. I shuddered, and my heart turned cold. It was the same voice which had haunted my dreams right after I woke up. Since my rebirth. It was Alpha Dennison Hogan's voice.

I feel the need to mention that, no Etienne and Anthony were harmed during the time skip in the last chapter; they were just posted away from the main family to Italy. Jokes on Christopher, they liked it because they were paid to laze around without the tension of him grumbling all over the place. I'd also like to ask your vote on a setting, would you love to read a transmigration, body switch or rebirth story? Rebirth would be when the female lead dies and goes back in time for whatever reason and purpose.

I still don’t trust myself to reach out to her, however, so I do nothing until she gives up and starts gently rinsing what mud she can from my skin and clothes. As awkward as the situation is, it also gives me time to think. One thing is clear—I have returned to the past. If Scintilla is still a newborn, and if I just had to crawl out of a coffin, then it must be the night of my rebirth into unlife.

Maybe this was my second chance, some divine gift that allowed me to see my parents again, to speak with them one last time before moving on. But then, ehy is Sabrina here? She wasn’t supposed to be in the afterlife, was she? Sabrina was alive—she was there the whole time, wasn't she? This doesn't seem like the afterlife. And if all that just happened wasn’t a dream, then there could only be one explanation. I was reborn. I was back, four years ago, on the day of my 18th birthday. The day I first shifted. Three days before my parents’ death.

"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.

"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."

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.