Dexter Reborn 소설 & 이야기

# Flashback Ends After a thousand years passed, I was patiently waiting for her reincarnation. But this time, I will finish her off for good before I perish. If I were to cease from existing, Gina's reincarnation should not live either. Just then, I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. My time was drawing near. I need to get rid of this scarlet witch. And my best weapon was Dexter. He was a greedy man, and all I had to do was instill in him more greed. I made him wood out of the mirror moon pack with the intent of getting rid of the scarlet Witch's reincarnation. But that didn't happen. When her powers were taken, she ought to have died, but she survived.

Older than Dexter remembered. Thinner. His face partly hidden in shadow. Dexter stared at him. "Marcus?" The man stepped forward. Dexter's heart pounded. It was him. Marcus Reed. Alive. "You look like your father," Marcus said. Dexter's expression hardened. "I've been looking for you." "I know." "Why did you disappear?" Marcus looked away. "Because disappearing was the only way to stay alive." "Who were you running from?" Marcus looked directly at him. "Martin Hale."

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

Wiping the tear from her eyes with the back of her hand, Roger hurriedly handed her a white handkerchief before returning to his original position. Karen wiped her tears, but they were soon replaced by another pool. “Dexter, I miss you so much, and there was a time when I wanted to end it all, but guess what, help found me.” She lowered herself and squatted by his tomb. “You know what, Dexter, I found Terror D2, and I know how thrilled you were about him. Yeah, everything you said about him is true, and guess what, he’s my husband now.” Remembering how Dexter had pushed her to learn ethical hacking and cybersecurity, more tears fell from her eyes. “Thank you for pushing me to learn so much w

But Dexter wasn’t hugging me back. I pulled away and looked into his eyes, still smiling in relief. “My baby, I am so glad you are back.” “Um… who are you?” he asked suddenly, sounding confused. I turned to Jax immediately, whose surprise mirrored mine. “What do you mean Dexter?” I asked, smiling awkwardly as I placed a hand on his cheek. “It is your mommy.” “But I…I don’t know who you are,” he said weakly, his brows knitted in confusion like my words weren’t registering in his brain.

Diana‘s reborn Diana died and didn't make it through the winter. The day she died, it snowed in the city X. It was cold. She wasn't afraid anymore, she wasn't afraid of anything any more. Death is no more frightening than the human heart. After Diana's death, Alan went crazy. He ran Alex over with his car, then turned himself in to the police. Once the genius of City X, the envy of the Astor Family, he finally sank into the darkness and disappeared.

But the second I chose James, I threw it all away to play the docile Luna. Didn't matter that my bloodline was purer. He never doubted he could keep me on a leash. This time? He couldn't be more wrong. *** In the days that followed, I played the weak card—too tired to do even basic Luna stuff, stuck in bed "for the pup." Only a total idiot gets reborn and still breaks her back for the guy who ruined her. Without me running things, James spiraled. Alpha life? Already hectic. Without his Luna? Chaos.

My body aches all over but damn, it was a good feeling, a place where we had disappeared into, lost ourselves in, the unfiltered passion, the raw hunger. I kept my eyes shut, enjoying it but my instincts were pricked by awareness. Something was off. Something was different. I rolled onto my side, shifting, waiting for the usual emptiness next to me, the cold empty space he always left after we fucked. Instead, my face hit against something firm. Something warm. Something breathing. I opened my eyes, and there was Dexter! His bare chest rising and falling, slow, steady breaths lay beside me. He was relaxed in his features, his lips slightly parted, with his dark lashes resting against his che

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

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?"