How Death Became My Rebirth Novels & Stories

Because the girl they thought they were dealing with, the one who hesitated, the one who doubted herself, the one who bent under pressure and accepted whatever scraps were given to her, didn’t exist anymore. She had been left behind the moment I died and woke up in this world. She was buried somewhere between cold walls and long nights, between silence and survival, between everything I had lost and everything I had been forced to become just to endure it. I lifted my gaze again, meeting my father’s eyes, my expression calm, composed, giving nothing away. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” His voice broke through my thoughts. “Winning won’t be easy.” I almost smiled, not because he was wrong. Bu

He fell ill from the anguish and developed severe depression. Lying in the hospital bed now, he didn't have much time left. I stood at the door to his room, watching him for a long time. But I didn't take a single step forward. From the look in his eyes, I could see that he had repented. I returned his gaze, letting him know that I had forgiven him. But from now on, we would be complete strangers. There was no need to stay in touch anymore. I turned and walked away. All the debts in the past life had been repaid in this one, and I had completely forgotten everything of the past, ready to embrace my happy life in the present wholeheartedly.

The Goddess herself told me. I had been reborn, coming out of the darkness. I was made to go through difficult times and emerge into the light. A light in the darkness that never yields, and continues to shine. She granted me strength and power, as well as discernment and persistence. I had been reborn to thrive, and I would make the Goddess proud. I had been given a second chance. I’m not going to apologize to anyone who can’t accept me for who I am.

She had pressed her face against the ground and tasted tears,and tears and she had prayed,not for rescue, not for mercy, just for it to be over. And then it was. She remembered the moon. Half-full and pale through the cell window, the only beautiful thing in that entire wretched place. She remembered closing her eyes. She remembered the silence that came after, clean and absolute, and she remembered thinking, this is what peace feels like, and then she had asked the universe,begged it, with the last breath in her body for one more chance. Give me one more chance. Let me go back. Let me burn every single one of them down.

After a few seconds which seems like an eternity, Manav spoke, "if whatever you are saying is true then it is a miracle. Should I call you mama(mothers brother)? Manav added jokingly. " Dude, please be serious. I want to find who killed me in my previous birth and if Sanjay uncle takes me there, I may not return. I'm so confused." Abhi was bewildered. "If that is the case then I would suggest you leave the whole idea and forget everything." Manav was not ready to lose his best friend. He rounded his arms on Abhi's shoulder. "No, Manav I think I will continue as I want to know the person behind my father's murder. Promise me if I don't return you will take care of Pankhuri. Tell her everythin

There are a few seconds before the full force of what he’s pushing on me settles in. I am his mate, I belong to him, and he to me. I was born for this. I was made for this. This is my purpose. As soon as that thought slithers through my brain, the pleasure hits me. Sweeping over me like a fucking tidal wave. It’s beyond earth-shattering, it’s life-changing. My entire existence explodes. This is everything. This is what it feels like to die over and over. To be reborn, to be remade.

I had returned to this very day when Sophie went to the beach by herself. In my previous life, today was the day Jeffrey wanted to take Sophie out to sea for New Year's. I did not agree and insisted he could not go, and the whole thing blew up in front of the Graham family. The Grahams locked Jeffrey up, and Sophie, in tears, went to the beach alone, where she met a tragic end. When Jeffrey heard about her death, all he said was, "She's dead, so what? She was just a toy. She's not worth my concern."

"At that time, the god who heard my regrets took pity on me, and I came back to life to live in peace. That's why I took revenge on you. I want to know why I had to in the first place." "Are you crazy?!" Debbie snapped. "You came back to life?! What kind of delusion is that?!" "It's real, that's why I'm here talking to you like this. I'm not your brother so I tried to stay out of your way but you just had to fuck with me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cold and accusatory. "Why the hell do you keep talking about things that never happened?" Debbie asked, her voice shaky. "It's driving me—"

“Did she die and come back to life? How exactly does it work?” When Devyn noticed I was watching him, he returned to feigning pretense. I almost rolled my eyes. “Being reborn is getting a second chance at life.” I had to break it down since Axel was, unfortunately, dumb. “Think of it as being drawn back to life before finalizing the death process. In other words, she missed death by the smallest possible chance.” “And how again did that happen?” Axel hadn’t been this intrigued by anything that didn’t have to do with him, his dick, or his pack. The longer I sat here, observing them, the more different they were from the feral Alphas I knew.

My fingers moved on instinct as I logged into an account I knew as well as my own reflection. Patricia Dawson. The screen refreshed, and my breath caught. Thousands of messages flooded in with condolences, tributes, strangers and acquaintances alike wishing me to rest in peace. Like I was dead, oh if only they knew... I stared at the screen for a single, dangerous second. Then I typed… I’ll be back. You’d all better wait for me. I didn’t reread it. I didn’t hesitate. I posted. I logged out, shut down the computer, and stood up.