Daredevil Born Again Novelas e Histórias

And people must not know about my real talent. My head started to hurt as I tried to recall events from my past life. The first day of being reborn, and I was starting to experience a dilemma that didn’t involve getting chased by demons. It was nice. Kind of refreshing even. My family always believed that I was born as a natural huntress, with or without my talent manifesting. I guess they were right. After all, when the apocalypse started, my drawing pen became my first weapon as I tried to escape our company building, which was infiltrated with demons. I lost a finger or two around that time, but I survived.

For weeks, he'd been a crippled man in a wheelchair, dependent on doctors and therapy and miracle treatments. Now, he was a hunter again. And his prey was Dimitri Valentino.

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?"

He also promised me the best salary package. Being personally recruited by Felix was a huge honor. Within days, everyone in the city was talking about it. However, to Nancy, I was merely a lapdog who flattered Felix for money. I initially wasn't planning on accepting Felix's honor. In my past life, that so-called electronic asset vault didn't last long before it was breached. The lead hacker in charge of the tech didn't earn a single cent. On top of that, they became a target of the thieves and Felix. In the end, they died a horrible death.

Blood mixed with rain. A black SUV came fast around the corner. No headlights. Celine’s face was in the window. She was laughing. She mouthed one word: _Jump._ I didn’t jump. I stood there. In the middle of the road. In his hoodie. Barefoot. Bleeding. Daring her. For one second, her smile fell. Then she hit the gas. The last thing I saw was her red nails on the steering wheel. The last thing I felt was pain.

The lessons from my youth intertwined with the harsh realities of my life now. Dear Deity, now that I'm in this situation, I bitterly regret my life. Please pity this fool and give me one more chance. I'll bet my all I will avenge them. I promise you that. So please, give me a chance. The child was just desperate to have a family. Why did her wish have to be trampled on? Why did I have to become a laughingstock? ********

Life wasn’t perfect, but it was ours, and I was grateful for every twist and turn that had led us here. I didn’t tell anyone about my death and rebirth, I guess that is my own little secret I’d definitely be taking to my grave. I asked my Mom about my birth dad and when she showed me a picture of him, he was the driver that carried me home on that night I died. It warmed my heart that I still got to encounter him Atleast once. It goes a long way to show that I was very loved by my father, he’s definitely a huge driving force in my second chance at life.

"Darling, your father has everything arranged. Tomorrow morning, you'll be sent to our safe house in Sicily. We'll bring you back after the wedding." Hearing their familiar words, I knew for certain—I was reborn, back to the day I was exiled and forced to give up Vincenzo. In my past life, I was sent to Sicily just like this. But I refused to accept it. I kept escaping the safe house, trying to find Vincenzo to prove one thing: when he was betrayed, blind, and abandoned by the world, I found him. I hid him, stayed with him through the darkest five years, and even gave him one of my corneas to restore his sight.

He was lifting his fist for another blow when I grabbed his arm. "Let it go, Nate." With this second chance at life, all I wanted was to properly make up for my poor son. As for Judy, I'd deal with her eventually—but there was no rush. That night, we completed the transfer to another hospital. While packing up in the hospital room, I overheard whispers from behind the curtain next door. My sister tried to lower her voice, but her excitement was impossible to hide. "I've been reborn. My son, Phillip, will become a big boss in the future."

I saw him for what he was, a man who had lived a life, gone to the pits of hell and came back, stronger, more mature, kinder… Instead of allowing those experiences to tarnish his essence, he used them as a reminder of what he never wanted to live, and of what he wanted to avoid. He never turned to alcohol or drugs; he was wise enough to allow himself to feel the pain. The pain of not being able to protect Ava, the pain of seeing people get hurt and not being able to intervene, the pain of the lives he took with his bare hands. Because, yes, I know of his sins, and I love him despite them. I love him despite all the horrible things he was forced to do, I love him because he did them to surviv