Novel & Cerita My Second Life As An Idol

He looked at the screen for a good minute and continued, “You don't own idols. You don't own celebrities.” “Sure, you can criticize anyone with just a few taps on your phone. But you have to understand that the people you're watching on your screen are real people. They are breathing, they are conscious. They'te not the perfect people you see on billboards and advertisements… They are real.” “We're only human, just like you…” He smiled at the screen and waved his last goodbye before ending it. His life as an idol was bright and blinding. He was surrounded by a lot of people who liked him for his talent and looks. Despite that, he still felt lonely.

he asked, his voice calm but laced with a quiet demand. I sucked in a shaky breath, my mind racing. How could I possibly explain this? My fingers trembled in his, and I pulled my hand away to clasp them in my lap, as if holding onto myself would steady my nerves. “This is… this is my second life,” I finally said, the words tasting foreign on my tongue even after all this time. His brows furrowed, and I could see the questions forming in his eyes. “your Second life?” I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes, I died, Dante. In my past life, I… I didn’t make it past the next two years. But then the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance—a chance to come back, to change what happened.”

The current choice, made by someone who has two hundred chapters of choosing inside her. Below: The second life is not a correction of the first. It is a continuation that knows what the first one taught. The first life was not a mistake. It was the research. The second life is the practice the research earned. I have known this for years. I know it differently at two hundred chapters. More deeply. From the inside of a practice that is itself thirty-seven years old.

regret that my rebirth into this new life hadn't allowed me to shed the sins and trauma of the past. I swear to God that if I am given a second chance, I will be able to keep the tragedy from happening again. But yesterday, if Christian hadn't arrived, I might have been raped and turned into a corpse in a gutter somewhere. Why does everything seem to go on? Is it all inevitable? Doesn't my second life mean anything? Can't I escape this fate?

"Litha, why didn't you tell me about the lions' horrible traditions? If I don't conceive within a month, I'd have to mate with multiple beastfolk! "Please help me! How did you manage to conceive an Aetherborn in your past life?" She looked nothing like her smug past self. Her face was pale and desperate, while panic and blame swam in her eyes. I calmly rested a hand on my belly. "How was I supposed to know the lion clan had such barbaric traditions? If you're struggling to conceive, did you get examined to check whose problem it is? "And what was that about a past life?" She studied me for a long time before flashing a smirk that was more smug than genuinely malicious.

Hundreds of pack members held their breath, waiting for the sacred moment. Everything was exactly as it had been in my past life. But I knew the truth. This honor was a mask for a lifetime of lies. I had died once before. Murdered on a cold winter night by the very boy I had raised as my own son. The feeling of my bones snapping, my soul tearing from my body… the memory was still raw. Now, the Moon Goddess has given me a second chance. I was back, just before my official mating ceremony with Aiden.

he says. A sharp silence fills the room. I swallow. “What does that mean?” “Most wolves are given one true mate,” he explains. “One bond. When that bond is broken by death, the wolf survives—but never fully heals.” My chest aches at the words. “But once in centuries,” he continues, “a wolf is born capable of forming a second bond. Not a replacement. A continuation.” My breath catches. “So… I’m cursed?” “No,” he says calmly. “You are rare.”

She paused, and looked into my eyes. “I was a girl of sixteen when the last reborn soul walked among us. A boy who fell in battle and returned in the body of a stranger. The pack refused to believe it at first and called it a trick and a curse. They waited too long to accept him. By the time they did, darker forces had already marked him for their own. He did not survive the second death.” My breathing grew shallow. “You’re saying others will start to see it.” “I’m saying they already have.”

"Why does it have to be me?, why can't I just live a normal life like others?.. In my first life I was killed by my loved ones, and now history is about to repeat itself. Is there no other way out?” ‎The chamber trembled. Not from power. But from truth. ‎And the Goddess—For the first time—Did not answer immediately. ‎Because even she—Was no longer completely certain.

He shook his head lightly, muttering to himself: "Impossible... She's long dead. How could she possibly be this person before me? I must kill her..." Isaiah's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. The aura around him surged uncontrollably, distorting the air. His gaze at Amelia was filled with such intense killing intent that it was almost tangible, as if he would rush onto the stage and tear her to pieces at any moment! He could not stand being trampled underfoot, used as a stepping stone for someone else's rise. Even if... that person was her, Isaiah would never allow it! In his previous life, he had stayed by her side long enough, unable to leave even if he wanted to. Now,