I Was Reborn As A Peasant

Lucas wakes up three years later in a research lab called Area 51 , kidnapped by an unknown Vampire named Anne, known as The Director. Olivia a bio-geneticist working for Anne helps him escape. He takes her with him, only to find out she's his mate. A human. his fate would never remain the same.. a race against time, and Bringing back together his Pack. "Let's just agree on one thing for fuck's sake.!" Lucas shouted. "He is dying, in the next twenty minutes, he'd be dead, let's just go with Jessie's plan. Take him to blue, get her to heal him, if we get there on time, she should be able to heal him without him turning. I'll call blue, I'll let her know you guys are coming." "Alright Alpha, I'd go with Clyde, but, how do we get him to the car? We need to put pressure on the bleeding neck." She turned back, and continued running. He turned around, but something fast passed, he groaned when he felt a sting on his neck, suddenly, everything became blurred, and he felt his consciousness slowly slipping away from him. He fell to the ground.

My best friend and I were thrown into the beast tribe where females were rare and the law was polyandry. Last time, she chose the alluring serpent man as her mate, while I chose the loyal wolf man as mine. Her harem grew, her mate got jealous and caged her underground. My mate cherished me, and when he became chieftain, he placed the tribe at my feet. That was until my best friend shoved me off a cliff. I woke up back to the day of choosing our mates. She claimed my wolf man with a triumphant smile, in return, I simply pointed to the white tiger priest. Being the wife of the chieftain was too small a dream, after all. In a world where females rule, I'll take the throne.

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

Christa Tylor thought she had lived a happy life by being born into a wealthy family, had a golden childhood, and was happily married to her childhood sweetheart. Until she was 24 years old, killed by her beloved husband on their wedding anniversary. As she wakes up at her wedding a year ago, Christa is reborn after her wolf blood awakening, as if in answer to her prayer. It will bring her an opportunity for a slower and more measured approach to seize a second chance for a do-over. There are few things quite as sweet as revenge, even if she needs to face anguish and fear more terrible than death. Only she has to hide her true identity from humans; therefore, she is a werewolf who seeks revenge and resists her bloodthirsty beast of hers.

"What is the meaning of this, Logan!" "You don't have the right to know my reasons, Aarhea, but as you can see, I just playing on you!" His fiance and her best friend betrayed Aarhea and got into an accident. She thought she had died, but she woke up two years when they hadn't shown their true identities. Life gave her another chance to correct her mistakes, and she'll use it to get revenge on those who betrayed and hurt her. In her revenge, she didn't expect she find her true love in an unexpected and least possible guy she hurt in her past life. What will happen to Aarhea? Will she succeed in her revenge, or will it be the same destiny?

In my previous life, my husband's female coworker had asked him to drive her to and from work. I wasn't happy about that, but my husband dismissed my concerns, saying, "We live in the same neighborhood, so it's not like I'm going out of my way. Don't be so selfish." Six months later, she became pregnant and tragically miscarried in our car. The doctor was baffled, saying, "How could she have intercourse in the early stages of pregnancy?" Intercourse? I was confused, as her husband was overseas on a business trip. Before I could fully process the situation, both my husband and his female coworker pointed their fingers at me and claimed that I was the driver during the incident. Because of that, when her husband rushed back from abroad, he stabbed me over twenty times in a fit of rage. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day before he first gave her a ride.

My whole family could hear my thoughts. Twenty years after I was abducted, I finally reunited with my family. However, they used the thoughts they could hear to find out my bank account's passwords and PIN codes, all so that they could steal my savings. When they knew I was being stalked by a pervert, they offered me up on a silver platter just for the money he provided. I ended up getting locked up by the pervert and tormented to my death. When I opened my eyes once more, I found myself back to the day when it all began. I was going rabid deep down. 'Did Mom not use all of my money to support Mr. Warner next door?' 'Should I tell Mom and Dad that Alex is actually gambling instead of going to work?' 'I think Dad is attracted to Alex's girlfriend. What do I do?' This time, I want to see them turn against each other and reap the consequences of their own actions.

Some love are worth dying for, Others are worth coming back for. Max had it all, a husband she adored since high school and a best friend she treated like a sister. A life she thought was perfect until she finally learnt the truth. Betrayed by the two people she trusted and loved the most, she was pushed to her death, her last breath stolen by their cold smiles. But fate was not finished with her. Waking up in the body of a stranger, a man and they actually share the same name. He was a man of power, wealth. A second chance, she swore to burn their worlds to the ground. This time, she won't be the prey. Yet among her carefully laid plans, Max crosses paths with the one person who ever truly cared for her, a quiet school nerd back in high school Victor DeLuca. But he was not the nerd looking kid he was before, he was much hotter and has really changed. Falling in love with him was not part of Max's plan. Now, Max has to choose between vengeance that has kept her alive or a love that might finally set her free. Rebirth. Revenge. Romance Her heart died once, will it survive a second chance?

I was finally pregnant after three years of marriage. I was going to head to where my husband works with a lunchbox in my hand to tell him the good news. But I ended up being mistaken as a mistress by his secretary. She dumped the food I had prepared on my head, stripped my clothes off, and continued to hit me until I had a miscarriage. “You’re just a servant. How dare you seduce Mr. Gates and bear his child? “Today, I’ll make sure you suffer the consequences of being a mistress!” She then went to my husband asking for a reward. “Mr. Gates, I took care of a servant who wanted to seduce you. How are you going to reward me?”