Happy Reborn Novels & Stories

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." The quiet beeping of the machines filled the silence, steady and constant, a reminder of just how fragile he was. I took a shaky breath, pressing his hand against my cheek, my tears flowing freely as I whispered, “Meeting you… you’ve shown me who I am, what I want in life, what truly makes me happy.” I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of his hand on my face as if it could anchor me, ground me.

I pleaded with tears running down my eyes. " Yes, Ace Black is your Easton, your mate, mistress." Colton replied " You both have taken rebirth." "Bu..But how? We died. We we killed, our baby was killed. I lost my kingdom, lost my mate, lost my baby, lost my happiness, lost my life, Colton then how am I still alive? How can I take rebirth?" I asked " Has Easton taken rebirth too? But how?"

he teased jollily. Sophia smirked, "Oh really? I'd love to see you try, Mr. Show-off." Daniel dove into the foray, and the two began sparring, dancing around each other and throwing friendly blows as others laughed and cheered at the friendly rivalry. It brought Sophia such a joyful rush, knowing she had her friends with her, her family. They had stopped after a few minutes to catch their breath, panting and laughing. Everything was bathed in soft moonlight, and the world seemed so magical. Sophia turned to Daniel, still catching his breath.

[“Now that we have been given the chance, we can seek the revenge we want.” I straighten up. “Revenge.” ...[“But for that, I need to tell you the entire story, what happened in my life, which is your first life. I will tell you who your friends are. I will tell you the mistakes I made, so that you may not fall into the pit I fell into.”]... “So, it really is true. I have been reborn.” ...[“Well, obviously. You literally just walked through the gate of the reborn. November, darling, keep up.]...

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Maybe this was my second chance, some divine gift that allowed me to see my parents again, to speak with them one last time before moving on. But then, ehy is Sabrina here? She wasn’t supposed to be in the afterlife, was she? Sabrina was alive—she was there the whole time, wasn't she? This doesn't seem like the afterlife. And if all that just happened wasn’t a dream, then there could only be one explanation. I was reborn. I was back, four years ago, on the day of my 18th birthday. The day I first shifted. Three days before my parents’ death.

“How do you feel about marrying Noah for the second time? In regards to the rebirth…” I paused, taking a deep breath. “The rebirth felt like a second chance at life, but this… this feels like a second chance at happiness,” I whispered. “And after everything… after being given this new life, this second chance…” I trailed off, looking down at my bouquet, feeling the tears building. “I know I’m going to make the most of it.” Viona leaned down, brushing a soft kiss to each of my cheeks. “And you will be the happiest woman in the world, Hannah. Until the end of your days.”

My dad utters as he steadies me on my feet and against him. “Merry wow there.” Jenn exclaimed as she rushed to me. “My liege!” Crispin shrieked as he tried to move to me, only Sarah held him back. “Merida not so fast!” Sarah yelled as she pulled Crispin back “I called in the Gatlin’s, your guide told me you were friends through elementary school.” Ericson explained from his seat across from us. “I figured the more friends you have the more comfortable you will be as you learn everything. Plus, to answer your question, yes rebirth started with your family, but it has occurred more and more over the centuries with others. Crispin being one of those souls and Jenn Gatlin being another.”

"She says they've been fine. They've been kept fine. She wants us to know that. She's sorry she didn't understand the scale." Mara-Lena made a sound. Not quite speech. The sound of something three centuries old hearing an apology for something it had never expected to receive an apology for and not entirely knowing what to do with it. Then the old voice came forward and said, directly, into the clearing: "I understand." And there was something in those two words that carried three hundred years of their own weight — of having been waiting to understand something correctly, of having been wrong about a thing for a very long time and of the specific relief of having the wrong understanding rep

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.