Born Again Not Your Doormat​ Novels & Stories

When word got out that a bed had opened up in the dorm reserved for Math Olympiad competitors, a transfer student burst into tears and begged my daughter, one of the university’s elite Math Olympiad students, to let her move in. In my first life, my daughter called and told me the transfer student could not even afford bedding. We took pity on her and agreed. One month later, the entire campus was saying that my daughter had been bullying the struggling transfer student for weeks. They said Nina looked down on her for being poor, made her do chores, monitored her, and humiliated her. The day the university suspended Nina’s recommendation for direct admission to the master’s program at Westbr

Blood trickled down her cheek, and her gentle façade shattered. "You witch! How dare you hit me?" she screamed. "What happened to begging my forgiveness? Can't handle it now?" I taunted. Calvin shoved me to the floor, the cold marble biting into my hands. "Forgiveness? You think you're worthy? Without our pity, you'd be rotting in some village and married to a thug!" He grabbed my chin, his grip bruising. "This pampered life has made you forget who you are. Want me to throw you out right now?"

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."

Nancy came up to my workstation, lifted a USB holding the code, and fixed me with a threatening look. The firewall alarms kept shrilling, but her voice was colder than the noise. "Whether the money can be recovered or not, someone has to take the fall. Sign the liability agreement. This USB drive contains photos of your parents, right? They are elite hackers. If I release their photos to the public…" She stopped short on purpose, flashing a menacing smile. I clenched my fists as I met her gaze coldly. My parents were once elite hackers who took on more than a few jobs that put them at odds with powerful tycoons. For years, they lived under assumed names and were constantly hunted.

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.

"Drop the injunction against my bank accounts by 10:00 AM, or the dark web forums get the rest of your family's offshore bank keys." ​There was a long, suffocating silence on the line. I could hear Julian’s heavy, panicked breathing as his entire world crumbled around him. ​"You... you're a monster," Julian stammered, his arrogant composure utterly destroyed. ​"No," I replied softly, my eyes narrowing as I looked south toward Derrick's repair shop. "I'm just a survivor. Goodbye, Julian." ​I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the passenger seat.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

She was just too oblivious, and innocent. Do give my other books a try, Not Mine: Drak mafia marriage. I*******m:@tildamorte

- "Are you guys deaf?, It I met you there, America will look like Sokoto to you. Others are in field playing and you guys decide to come here and 'replay Sodom and Gomorrah' " "Sharrap there, after I'm done with una, your parents no go fit identify you, I no care whether you be boy oo abii na girl"- "Shut up there, after I'm done with you guys, your parents wouldn't be able to recognise you again. I don't care whether you are a boy or a girl" What do you think will happen to them🙃?

Trusting you again Leaving the pains Why not getting it back in return Why am I always in the fault? Why Me? THE END