Does Janner Wingfeather Come Back To Life Novels & Stories

When he nearly flipped the table, two police officers grabbed him and pinned him back into the chair. "The video's authentic. We've already verified it. We're confirming the details with you now, and within 24 hours, you'll be in court. You'd better prepare yourself." Maxwell went limp, and the light in his eyes dimmed. Then he suddenly looked in my direction behind the glass and mouthed something to me, "If I could have killed you before, I could do it again. You deserve to die." Then, the officers hauled him away. His words sent me back to how I'd died tragically in my previous life. I was convinced he must have been reborn as well.

On the edge of the desktop was a small doodle I had drawn earlier out of boredom, a simple butterfly. The lines were rough, but somehow stubborn. Sharon's gaze lingered on it. Her brows slowly drew together in confusion. "I feel like I've seen this butterfly somewhere before…" Her voice was soft, but Horace, standing right beside her, heard every word. His whole body stiffened. He followed her gaze, and when he saw the butterfly, a surge of panic seized him instantly. In his last life, it was this "fake" he had never taken seriously who eventually took everything from him, including Sharon.

Felix didn't take Chester and Nancy with him. It looked like he was giving them a chance, but that was nothing short of terrifying. Chester and Nancy were fired by the bank. Nancy's dream of rising to glory as a financial tycoon in the past life was shattered at that very moment. Once she was fired from the bank, no other bank would ever hire her again. She had to say goodbye to the finance industry. Felix acted fast. Three days after getting fired, Chester disappeared. The next time I heard about him, both his hands were gone.

"Okay." I returned my attention to the crowds gathered to watch, waving at them in greeting. It brought a smile to my face to find them waving back—I was no longer shunned since my wings had returned. It was an unreal feeling. I was the first fae in history to be able to get back my wings and maybe that was why they idolized me right now. My smile reciprocated theirs, from the young ones to the old, they were all gathered dancing and chanting. Long live the Queen.

“They’re both.” A low sound broke behind them — metal on stone. They spun, Ash stood in the doorway. Alive. Older. Eyes dead. The final project. Jian's biological half. Once thought dead. Now reborn. “You shouldn’t be here,” Ash said, boldly. Chaewon stared. “You’re supposed to be dead.” “I was,” he said. “Until someone gave me a reason to live again.” Behind him, Seraphina entered. Pregnant no longer. Gowns soaked in fluid. Blood on her wrists.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

It seemed he had been through a lot. Daniel was now the heir to the Graham family fortune, and it was only natural for Jeffrey to be a little upset. As memories of my previous life flooded my heart, I was ready to walk away. However, he stopped me with an outstretched hand. "Why did you pick Daniel? You haven't seen him in ten years. Do you even know what he's like now? Ella, even if you're out to get back at me, this isn't the way to do it."

I heaved a heavy sigh, lifting my eyes to the right sky as the wind blew across my face. A suffocating pressure suddenly lifted off my heart and belief washed over me. The weight of my fears slipping through my fingers. Cross sniffed endlessly by my side as he led me to my room. I sucked ny other wing back in with the last strength I could summon, coughing up more blood all over the sheets. So maybe I didn't really think it through when I ripped out one of my wings, but it worked. Worry about the consequences later. “What's going to happen to you?” He panicked as he wiped a wet clothe over my face and mouth. “You said your wings hold your strength. Don't fucking close your eyes on me, Cyrus.

I wanted to hear his side and know exactly why he wouldn’t give my wings back to me. So I followed him as he walked away from the throne room and I set my foot out to stop the door from shutting in my face when he walked into his room. “Make me understand, Denver. Tell me exactly why you don’t want to talk about returning my wings to me. Tell me why you don’t seem like you want to even give it to me at all” I yelled at him and he groaned with his head still palmed. He was still in pain and as much I cared, there was nothing I could do except he gave my wings back to me.