Let Me Be Reborn Novels & Stories

he whispered, a flicker of something—hope, disbelief, fear—crossing his face. The masked figure in the broadcast turned slightly, their gaze piercing through the screen as if daring anyone to challenge their rise. Ezekiel's chest tightened, and for the first time in weeks, his heart raced. Though he knew it was impossible, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the figure’s presence was all too familiar. Back at the compound, the masked successor descended the grand staircase, her voice calm yet commanding. “The underworld has followed chaos for far too long,” she announced. “Now, it will follow me.”

This is so unfair, why is this happening to me, what did I do wrong? "Hey, you don't have to cry. I am going to help you figure out your unfinished business if you have any. Also I read a post that talked about rebirth, he said you might be lingering here as a ghost because you are trying to be reborn but you haven't because you don't have a body to take over yet." "Are you joking? Because it's sounds like he is making fun of me. "No, I actually read it." "So you are saying that I can be reborn and I will exist again as a person?" I mean I don't want to take over someone else's life but I also don't want to fade away into oblivion.

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.

Her eyes, once dulled and lifeless in our last life, now glittered faintly, like stars in the sky. "Mary," she said with sudden, fierce determination, "let's go. Let's carve out a wider world for ourselves."

"What do you mean by that? Listen here, Marc said he'll marry me as soon as you die!" "I don't care whether he marries you or not. Tell me, who sent you?" Mirabelle blinked. Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth. "I'd rather die than tell you!" Very well. If she wouldn't talk, I had plenty of ways to get her to talk. I went back to caring for my skin, hitting the gym, and living the way I used to. The difference was that I stopped aging and gradually returned to my former appearance. Meanwhile, when Mirabelle was livestreaming, dark blotches suddenly appeared on her face. Right in front of the camera, crow's feet and smile lines etched themselves across her skin.

"You treacherous wench! You'd better stay right there, Serenity! You're truly heartless and ungrateful! I was clearly blind when I chose to marry you!" I never turned around, proceeding directly through the detention center's main exit. I was met with brilliant sunlight once I stepped outside. I raised my hand to block the light, as if separating all those dark, miserable memories and the man himself behind me. … I purchased a large pile of used books and periodicals, which included high school textbooks, study guides for physics, chemistry, and mathematics, as well as several university textbooks that were falling apart from being read so often. I'd change my destiny through knowledge.

Julian shoved her away, his eyes still locked on me. A look of desperation filled his eyes. "Elara..." his voice became low, pleading. "I really know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance? This life, I swear I'll do right by you. I won't make the same mistakes again." My heart skipped a beat. This life? Did he just say "this life"? Was Julian... also reborn? Did he remember everything from our past life? As I stood there, stunned, the family's security team arrived. They quickly subdued Julian and his men.

"If everyone leaves... you'll be the only one left! You’ll be alone in the 'Void'!" "I’m already alone, Silas," I said, my voice fading into a whisper. But then, a shadow appeared in the "Void" of my mind. It wasn't a "User." It wasn't a "Consumer." It was a **Bug**. The "Project Re-Birth" file—the one I had hacked—began to "Execute" on its own. "**SUBJECT 01: RE-BIRTH INITIATED. SOURCE: UNKNOWN.**" I felt a sudden, violent pull. My soul was being "Downloaded" out of the tree and into something... small. Something cramped. Something that felt like **Bone and Breath**.

That night, I'd overheard Derek talking to himself. At first, I'd wanted to figure out who he was talking to. Unexpectedly, a cold electronic voice suddenly echoed in my mind. It told me that it was Derek's system. But because I was the target receiving the transferred injuries, the moment I became aware of its existence, it automatically bound itself to me as well. At first, I was surprised, but then I considered the fact that I'd been reborn. Thus, the existence of a system didn't seem that far-fetched.

reborn. The final memories flickered to life, a poignant conclusion to the tumultuous journey of my past. I recalled Haven's words, her voice filled with conviction and faith in me. She had believed in me, seen potential in the broken, angry young man I once was. Her words had been a balm to my soul, a reassurance that I was capable of more than I ever thought possible. And then, as we had agreed, she took all my memories, erasing the pain and the anguish, leaving me with a clean slate.