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“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

He was moving easily, without a limp. “No… his leg is…” Greg froze. On the screen, the masked man removed his helmet. Lucas’s face stared back at them, twisted in a sinister sneer. Greg’s blood ran cold. Shock locked his jaw, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. “Greg! Why aren’t you saying anything? Greg!!” Richard shouted desperately on the phone. Greg swallowed hard, his voice low and shaken as he answered. “His leg… is absolutely fine. It’s Lucas.”

Same one from my last life. "Babe, now that you're further along, the pup needs more nutrients. Drink this while it's hot. You've gotten so thin." I glanced at the mirror. Glowing, full-faced, obviously well-fed. Laughed under my breath. Not sure if it was his bad acting or the recycled lies that got me. Held out my hand, no hesitation. "Sure."

He let out a frustrated growl and swung his arm back to deliver a backhand slap across my face. The heavy leather of his glove struck my cheekbone and sent my head snapping to the side. I fell back into the mud and tasted warm copper blood pooling in my mouth. "Fuck you," I spat the blood out onto the gravel and glared up at the hooded man. "You have a very filthy mouth for a royal lady," the assassin mocked me while he stepped over my legs. He kicked the iron spike out of my hand and sent it skidding a few feet away into the bushes.

Looking at Luke Gilbert, our arrogant school heartthrob, the gruesome scene of my past life flashed before my eyes. A gang of escaped convicts had brutally assaulted my brother, Jake Drew, and me right in front of our parents. They left us in a pool of our own blood with our intestines spilling out. Then, as Jake and I screamed in horror, they slowly slit our parents' throats. Before the final flames consumed me, I heard one of them spit, "Serves you right. That's what you get for sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

You're making your plans obvious enough for us to see! Wendy fell to the ground and spat out blood. What little color she regained was lost, and she nearly blacked out again. The bodyguard snickered and dragged her into a room. I wanted to stop her, but Annabelle swung her bag with full force, slamming me to the floor. Furious, she roared, "So that's what happened! Both of you lied to me in my past life!" My heart jumped. The truth was out. Like me, Annabelle was reborn. No wonder she was so sure that I was lying, even before I could ask for her help back then.

Iris actually throws up, realizing Joey and her stepmother are having sex. “I know, disgusting,” The woman holds Iris’s black hair back and rubs Iris’s back. “Why? Why is this happening?” Iris asks again, screaming and choking on tears. “It’s a little complicated. I’ll tell you what I can. You get three chances to make it right. I am sorry to say I agreed to a game with the god of the Sea. He says his creations are stronger than mine. Daria has already been re-born once. If she fails twice more, I win. So, you get to go back,” the lady tells Iris. “You get three chances. If you can’t defeat Daria and Ingrid, then I lose, and you stay dead.”

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

Emerald Gardens might not be as luxurious as Hampton Hills, but it was still one of the most expensive subdivisions in the city. She glanced at James, the little mandrill. As a de Lancy, he was a rich kid. Richard Simmons, if he lived in Emerald Gardens, then he must be a member of the Simmons Family who was the king of the entertainment industry in Altair. Then, an idea hit her. “James, what’s the name of the second best minion?” “Yann Bouchard,” he answered, and something clicked in her brain. “Bouchard as in Bouchard Medical City?” she asked, and James nodded.