Born Again Krabs/i Had An Accident Novels & Stories

When she couldn't find me anywhere, she fell to her knees before Jude and begged, "Jude, please, help me. If you don't save me, I'll die." She tried to threaten him with her life, and Jude's expression twisted in disgust. But the servant who came to report said, "Mr. Langdon said he had something urgent and already left." I stared into the mirror and suddenly remembered the miserable end I had suffered in my previous life. A chill ran through me. Thank God I was reborn. This time, I would send them both straight to hell. "Get Mr. Easton for me," I ordered. "Tell him I'm worried about my cousin and want him to help me find her."

If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. In my previous life, at the company's year-end gala, I'd won a prize ticket worth a hundred million. Overjoyed, I shared the news with Isla. Who could have known that as she was looking at the ticket, she'd slip, fall into the river, and be swept away to her death? Guilt had consumed me. To make up for what happened, I had raised her little daughter with all my heart. To avoid gossip and also to honor Isla's will, I married her husband, Felix.

I said, voice trembling, “what happened that night?” For a long time, he didn’t answer. Then he ran a hand over his face, the sound of rain filling the silence. “The crash,” he said finally. “It wasn’t supposed to happen.” My breath caught. “What do you mean by ‘supposed to?” Gabriel’s gaze lifted, his expression hollow. “After the accident, I didn’t remember anything — not the flight, not the meeting, not even who I was. But a few weeks ago, fragments started surfacing. Not memories, exactly — files. Traces. I found maintenance records, signed off by someone from my own company.”

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

Roxanne's POV Before I was reborn, I already knew that my time was limited. Once I resolved Stefano's regrets, I would return to my own world. The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself still at the bottom of the sea. All I could see was pitch-black darkness as seawater flooded my nose. People all around were shouting my name, and the onlookers on the shore weren't indifferent either. They were all reaching out and straining in my direction.

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.

It had been a hot spring day. “Where did the cricket come from? Did it hop in?” Abby shuddered at the word hop, which made him want to smile again. Her eyes narrowed. “Kris knows about my phobia and tortured me with them as a kid after one got stuck in my hair. He brought it as a gift!” “You was funny, Cweekit! Your face… I found it outside yer gate. It was fate.” Max rose, wanting to punch Muller. Abby scrambled to her feet, trying to push Max towards the door. He planted his feet instead. Son of a bitch. Donnie’s voice chirped a warning in his ear.

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

By the fifth day Lena was making jokes in the layered voice, which was when Claire decided the essential Lena was entirely intact. Julian recovered the way Julian recovered from things — by continuing to function and gradually becoming more fully himself as the days passed. The quiet he had described on the first morning stayed. He came to the clinic one afternoon a week after the bond and sat on the bench with his sleeve rolled back and asked Claire to run the diagnostic. She did. The mark site was clean, fully healed, the tissue as ordinary as the rest of his arm. She set her hands down and said: "Clear." He nodded once. He rolled his sleeve back down and stood up and went back to the repo

That was until I returned to that day… "Jules, honey, I told you I was only giving her a ride home. It was dangerous for a young woman to walk home alone so late at night. Can we just drop this? Stop being mad at me, okay?" Zachary Langford's voice came through the phone. It was word-for-word what I had heard in my previous life. I looked at the hotel entrance in front of me and couldn't help but shiver. I had been reborn. "Jules, are you there? Are you really not coming home tonight? You know I'm going to worry about you," he continued over the phone. "Why don't you tell me which hotel you're staying at? That way, I know where to find you if anything hap—"