Metal Sonic Rebooted Novels & Stories

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

Sorelle hissed, her fangs baring as she prepared to lunge and shatter my terminal. On the other end of the open frequency, Alpha Vickon released a brutal roar that shook the very stone of the hall. "My patrol is crossing the gates right now."

she screams sobbing I know she is close so I keep going and going, pushing in and out, rubbing on her clit, hoping she defiles my order, Then finally, I feel it in my brain and cum so hard and fast that I let out a growl Breathing fast, I pull out the moment I calm down, then I grab the wet cloth to clean my dick, drop it on her ass, then get dressed, walking out of the room without saying a word Business always comes first. The moment I sit down, my phone vibrates. Joshua so I answer immediately. "Speak." "Sir, the doctor says we should come say our final goodbyes."

Without a word, Daniel unscrewed a bottle of water and doused Jeffrey, who woke with a start, looking dazed. Seeing me, Jeffrey scrambled to his feet. "Ella, I've been looking for you everywhere. Why'd you change the locks? I've talked to Sophie, and I promise it's just us now. No one else. Ella, can we start over?" Jeffrey's face lit up with hope, but it faded as soon as he saw my blank expression.

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

But the second I chose James, I threw it all away to play the docile Luna. Didn't matter that my bloodline was purer. He never doubted he could keep me on a leash. This time? He couldn't be more wrong. *** In the days that followed, I played the weak card—too tired to do even basic Luna stuff, stuck in bed "for the pup." Only a total idiot gets reborn and still breaks her back for the guy who ruined her. Without me running things, James spiraled. Alpha life? Already hectic. Without his Luna? Chaos.

But the most interesting call came during the third week. I was at home with Emma, making dinner, when my phone buzzed. Text from Marcus: "Listen to this. Live feed from his office." I pulled up the app and put in my earbuds. Brock's voice came through clearly. He was on the phone with someone. "—doesn't matter what they think. This is my brand. My designs. My comeback." A pause. Someone responding on the other end. "No, Tatiana doesn't know about Magnificence. Neither does Bethany. It's MY brand, MY designs, MY comeback. They'll find out when I'm already successful and untouchable."

“You restarted reality because I died?” His voice came out rough now. “I couldn’t lose you.” Elaine’s chest physically hurt. Not because she was angry. Because she understood. And that made it worse. The old man watched them coldly. “At first, the resets were unstable. Incomplete.” Elaine forced herself to focus. “What resets?” “Temporal reconstruction.” God. Even the phrase sounded horrifying. The old man continued calmly. “My company had been researching experimental timeline manipulation for years.” Elaine felt sick. “You experimented on reality?”

Logan attributed my silence to a fit of pique and remained indifferent. I suddenly heard the sound of items being destroyed downstairs one afternoon, followed by Logan's roar. "Damn it! How dare they! Lombardi Group has been our primary partner for ten years now! How could they just terminate our cooperation without any warning? Go find out who's responsible for it this instant!" I then heard the sound of hurried footsteps going back and forth. In the end, a somber atmosphere pervaded the villa throughout the afternoon. It wasn't until Logan stormed out and slammed the door behind him that the household staff finally felt a sense of reprieve.

A hunger so deep it threatened to swallow me whole. Then, Marcel Monet stepped through the ruins of the door. He looked at the beast, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and scientific greed. “Incredible,” he whispered, even as his hand shook while reaching for a high-tech sonic disruptor. “The biological potential… it’s limitless.” The Apex turned. He sensed the source of the Monet bloodline—the blood that ran through my father, and through me. He let out a roar that shattered the glass of the high windows, the sound waves hitting me like a physical blow.