Framed Twice, Reborn To Burn Novels & Stories

Ethan reiterated. "I do not care; all I know is that I want you back," Charlotte insisted. "That is not feasible, as I no longer need you in my life. I refuse to revisit the past; thus, I strongly advise you to stay away from me and never show your face here again," Ethan shouted. Tears streamed down Charlotte's face as she uttered, "Ethan, I come in peace; I only wished to repair what I damaged in the past." Ethan had reached his limit. He was not interested in discussions of love at that moment; his thoughts were consumed with discovering who had framed him and seeking retribution.

The Lycan curse that made childbirth lethal now rendered me fireproof. What happened to me?! I could still feel pain when Darren penetrated me last night. Now I couldn't feel pain anymore. Is this a sign that my body was about to leave me? Or it became my ultimate cage? I was reborn in flame. Flame would do no harm to me. Everything happened according to the plan, except for the pain part. Through the flames, I saw Darren's video camera glint behind distant machinery. This video would be the sole evidence to put Al Cosa on trial. And when justice is served, Liam will finally get the closure that he long deserved. And my work in this damn place will be done.

Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back."

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.

She had been reborn once in silence. This time, she would be reborn in vengeance

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

Finish it. Elara’s ghost leaned close. One whisper. One truth. "They don’t want a saviour." "They want a scapegoat." "So be both." Seren looked up. And Elara was gone. But the flames remained. Not conjured. Awakened. She rose. The ground beneath her feet pulsed once. And then the ruins ignited. Not in destruction. In rebirth. The vines caught fire, but didn’t burn. The stone wept flame, but didn’t crack.

For whatever power had cursed me to be reborn again and again, only to face the same enemy with a different face. “You burn,” Lena said flatly. “That’s what you do.” I smiled faintly. “How poetic.” “No,” she replied. “It’s survival.” I took one last look at the column. Then I summoned a flicker of heat in my palm. “Let’s leave him a message too.” The flames curled outward, licking across the carved stone until the names were scorched black and unreadable. It wouldn’t erase what he was, what he’d done, but it was a start.