Be Spoiled After Rebirth Novel Novels & Stories

Natalie Bennett spent her first life being the perfect wife. When her fiancé, Ryan Coleman, brought his pregnant mistress to their wedding and demanded that Natalie accept both her and the unborn child, Natalie swallowed her humiliation and married him anyway. It was the worst mistake of her life. Years later, betrayed by the husband she protected and the family members she trusted, Natalie discovers that her marriage was never about love. While she sacrificed everything to keep her family together, Ryan was helping the people closest to her strip away everything that belonged to her. By the time Natalie learns the truth, it is too late. She dies with only one regret: she shou

Long after the black car disappeared behind the trees. Long after there was nothing left to see. Only then did the smile slowly leave her face. A shaky breath escaped her lips. And suddenly... the loneliness returned. The weight, the guilt, and the grief she carried every day after her rebirth. Because Jade couldn't understand. How could he? Nobody could. Not unless they had lived it. Not unless they had watched everything they loved disappear. Not unless they had been given the impossible gift of getting it all back.

And then even that was gone, and there was nothing but the gray, and somewhere far away, a life that used to be mine was closing over the space where I had been like water over a stone. A/N: Welcome one, welcome all, to the book 2 of Rebirth of the broken Luna. I know I went on a 9 month hiatus, but I am back, and I decided to upload book 2 here making it accessible for old and new readers. Book 1 had some terrible drafts, but I am working to edit on it, but in the meantime, we have book 2. Also, I like to use this medium to inform y'all I have a page in case you are looking for more books that I have written. I will let you guys know the name afterwards, but let's sit back, grab your popcor

She didn’t need to be feared or adored. This time, she’d build something better. Something that couldn’t be torn down with one “accident.” --- Later That Night – Bedroom She opened her notebook again. She crossed out a line. ✘ Friday public spill trap – AVOIDED She added another name to the corner of the page. Jace Carter – unpredictable, might become useful The unknown number hadn’t texted again. Yet. But she could feel it. The real enemy hadn’t made their move. And when they did, she’d be ready.

For the first time, we could let go of all our masks. I watched the fire and remembered the morning I was reborn. I woke up screaming the day after Grandpa’s funeral. Drenched in cold sweat. Everything in the dream had been so real—the zombies’ roars, my family’s betrayal, the final, desperate pain as Liam pushed me into the horde to save himself. But when I looked at the calendar, I realized something. I had been reborn. I was back before the game even started. The first person to confirm my suspicions was Chloe.

I couldn't help but wonder if she'd slipped something bad into it. This time around, I didn't dare touch it. I slid the jar back to her. "You can have it." After watching her finish it, I went back to my bedroom and dabbed some moisturizer on my face to test my suspicion. In no time, dark spots bloomed across my skin, in the exact same places as the ones on Mirabelle's face. As I expected, things hadn't changed even though I was given a second chance at life. I recalled how, in my previous life, the more skincare I used, the more spots and wrinkles I developed, as if I had aged 20 years overnight.

My parents had always held me responsible for Andrea's death, and Steven's heart had always belonged to her. I was the outsider and the disposable one. Reborn, I made a silent oath: I would live for myself and sever all ties with them.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

Memories surged like a tide, yet I realized that apart from a faint sigh over the past, my heart was utterly still. No heartbreak. No anger. Not even a ripple. Only relief. Relief that, in this second life, I had finally seen Ethan for who he truly was. Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Ethan. [Celia, Sophie is devastated over her grandfather. She's innocent and fragile, so I had to temporarily change the fireworks message to cheer her up. Don't overthink it, and don't go looking for trouble with her. This was entirely my decision.]

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"