Death And Reborn Novels & Stories

Leah asked, with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. Gwen looked at all of them and chuckled, seeing them look so curious before muttering a single word. "Revival." Samantha and Giselle gasped while some looked confused. "Isn't it the same as Samantha and Wanda?" Zee asked, making Samantha shake her head. "I can help the soul of someone who is dead to reincarnate, and it's different from revival. I can give a new life to the soul of a dead being." Samantha huffed and glared at her stupid mate.

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

"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."

As spring turned to summer, rain started falling. It was eerily similar to the day I died. The detention center was damp and cold. Harry had lost a lot of weight. His hands were cuffed, and he wore a thin prison uniform as he sat across from me behind the glass. He should not have looked so miserable. His methods for consolidating the Grant family’s followers after his rebirth were ruthless. Old Master Grant was utterly disappointed in him, so much so that he refused to see him even on his deathbed.

"You think I'm afraid of death?" "Of course I know you are not afraid to die. But can you accept to die just like this?" Kisa did not give him a chance to speak and continued. "Only the useless will go to the extreme and use death to escape. If you are not even afraid of death, why don't you have the courage to make a comeback? So what if your name is ruined? You can make a comeback and change your destiny again with a change of name and identity. I was in prison before and had even died once. But look, I'm still alive and well. As long as you live, the future will have unlimited possibilities." "You shut up!" Howard clutched the stick and roared with emotion, "By talking so much, aren't you

In a world teetering on the edge of collapse, I wasn't about to stake my life on his sense of morality. Perhaps when I tried hard to get back to him, he was already wearing a mask of sadness, telling everyone that I was dead. After all, Lina was his first love, his soulmate, the one he would never forget, no matter what. The distant howls of the undead grew louder, yet a strange calm settled over me. I had already been forged in fire. The relentless cruelty of my past life had stripped me of illusions and honed my survival instincts to the extreme.

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?"

that I rushed out and made a scene. To vent his anger on Sophie's behalf, he ruthlessly crushed my parents' company, forcing them into bankruptcy and driving them to jump to their deaths. I was dragged into a psychiatric hospital by him, forced to take medication, subjected to electric shocks, and beaten by the orderlies. Sophie Collins would occasionally come to see me, nestling in Ethan's arms and mocking me for being like a pathetic dog. In the end, I died on a bitterly cold winter night. That was why, from the very first day I was reborn, I began secretly planning to transfer the assets under his name.

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

I had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in my head, but now that it was here, the words felt like shards in my throat. “I’m not… who you think I am,” I began slowly. “Or rather, I am, but I’ve… lived this life before.” His brow furrowed, but he didn’t interrupt. “I died once,” I said, the words heavier than I expected. “And I was given… another chance. A rebirth. Same body. Same world. But a different path. That’s why I know things I shouldn’t. That’s why I make choices that don’t make sense to you.”