My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart Novels & Stories

My knees were covered in bruises, my palms calloused, but I felt no pain. I have to win. I'm gonna climb over the heads of everyone who looked down on me. On the day of the assessment, the holographic simulated jungle reeked of ozone and fake blood. I moved through the treetops like a ghost. Lock on, strike, slit throat. My movements were fluid, no wasted motion. When the last simulated enemy dropped, my scoreboard showed a perfect kill count that broke the school record. However, when the final rankings were announced on the big screen.

And now, he was me. I turned away from the glass, the echo of my vow sharp in my mind. Alex. Emily. They thought they’d stolen everything from me—my life, my future, my heart. They had no idea what they’d unleashed. The old Max had died. This new Max? He would burn them down to ash.

“We built this… our world.” Damian’s eyes shone with emotion. “Yes… our world. Our life. Our love. And it’s only going to get better.” Aria looked down at her hand in his, then out at the city below. “I finally understand… I wasn’t reborn to love a man. I was reborn to find myself. And in finding myself… I found the love I truly deserved.” Damian smiled, pulling her into a gentle embrace as the wind stirred around them. “And I’ll always be here, with you, for that love. Forever.”

I didn't want to see him choose someone else. "Three things, Ms. Scorpes," his loud voice boomed throughout the office, "one, there is never going to be anything called you and me. Better not use them in the same sentence while speaking to me again. Two, I love someone else- someone who is more beautiful, smarter and more successful than you'd ever hope to be, and even if she wasn't all those, I'd still love her. Because she, unlike you, actually has a good heart." My heart, which had the cracks spreading all over it, just a second away from breaking into thousand pieces, healed with warmth spreading over its entire being from Adrian's words. I peeked a little and smiled like a loon when I s

Reborn in the heat of it. I let out a slow breath. I was going to win her back. Not with declarations. Not with grand speeches. With patience. With presence. With every small act that showed her I saw her—fully and completely. Not just as my mate, not just as Aiden’s mother, but as the powerful, radiant force she was. If I had to start over, so be it. I’d court her like I should have the first time. I’d learn her favorite things all over again. I’d listen better. I’d show up. I’d build something she could trust—not because the Moon Goddess said we were meant to be, but because she chose me.

Betraying her marriage for a fantasy. If she had another chance... if she could do it all over again... Her vision darkened at the edges. Through the roaring flames and her fading consciousness, she heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. A door crashing open. "AVELINE!" Lucian’s voice. Desperate. Raw. Strong arms lifted her, cradling her against a chest she had pushed away a thousand times.

“Only five minutes. I’ll be back.” I watched him go, his tall frame cutting through the crowd. For the first time since my rebirth, something fluttered in me. Hope. Joy, even. Maybe, this new life wouldn't be bed at all. Maybe learning to love Nicholas wouldn’t even be hard. It'd taken me less than five minutes to realise how charming he was. In my past life, I'd been too in love with Grey to see it but now the scales have fallen off my eyes, Nicholas Bloodhound was really attractive.

He would walk away from this living nightmare and never look back. But Samara sensed that he was about to leave. She pushed past the pain and lunged forward, clamping down on his wrist. Her eyes flashed with conviction. She would rather stay here and die than let him disappear from her life again. "Vincent, please don't go," she pleaded. "You might have been reborn to get away from me, but I was reborn just to find you." Reborn? Vincent's eyes went wide, disbelief written across his face.

His body was a masterpiece of pale, muscular stone, sculpted by centuries of rule, but beneath her touching hands, that cold stone was burning hot. He caught her wrists gently, pinning her hands against his chest for a fraction of a second so she could feel the thunderous, heavy, yet, new fresh beat of his heart. "You command my world, Rebecca. Remember that." He made sure she felt the beating of his pulse beneath her fingers. “You’ve already brought back the beating of my long dead heart. I belong to you. Now and forever.”

"I don't think you want to experience being gutted alive a second time." In that instant, her face and the face from my previous life became one. I looked into those merciless eyes, and my heart lurched with panic. She had been reborn too. The memory of that unbearable agony flooded back, and my whole body began to shake. "I'll sign," I said, my voice trembling. I held out my uninjured left hand. Senna smiled with satisfaction and pressed a pen between my fingers. Blood dripped onto the paper and spread in dark blooms as I scrawled my name in shaking, crooked letters. On the final stroke, I deliberately tore through the page.