Romans & histoires My Wife Is Reborn

More alive. She still tells me she loves me every single day. Then she drops to her knees and begs me to ruin her. The accident took my wife. But what came back was something better. Something real. Something that had been waiting years to be unleashed. I built the perfect replica. Instead, she rebuilt me. And together we created something darker, wetter, and infinitely more satisfying than our old marriage ever was. Every night when she spreads her legs and whispers “Break me,” I thank whatever gods brought her back to me.

‘This outfit,’ she mumbled before panicking. “What’s the date today?” she asked, eagerness and panic in her tone, causing the man to frown. However, he soon concluded that maybe she didn’t know the date, as she was from the countryside. “Sixth of April two thousand and fifteen,” the driver said, staring at Tracy. He saw the shock and disbelief on her face. Tracy pinched her arm so hard, then yelped out in pain. She looked out of the car and saw the environment. She hurriedly walked out. “I was reborn twenty years ago when I was brought back to the Grants family,” she mumbled in disbelief.

After finding out that the city is flourishing with countless opportunities, Florence Chastain drinks far too much out of elation. She begins stumbling toward the home of Gerard Vertes, a widower, in her drunken haze. Even though I have a crush on her, I choose to ignore her. In my previous life, I was worried that Florence might submit to her carnal urges due to intoxication, which might lead to her losing the golden opportunity of moving to the city. So, I rushed over to stop her. But Florence was quick to yank the hem of my shirt while begging me to satisfy her urges. After the wild night, she got pregnant with my child. In order to preserve Florence's reputation, her parents forced

My smile faded slightly, replaced by a cold, protective knot in my stomach. I looked down at my hands. Memory surged back without mercy—the cold linoleum floor, the smell of copper and blood, Daniel's disgusted face as he watched me bleed out in my past life. "I can't, Jenna," I whispered, my voice dropping an octave. "He's treating me well, yes. But I... I died once giving everything to a man. I won't lose my mind to romance ever again. Marriage is a partnership now, not a trap." Jenna sighed softly through the phone. "I get it, babe. Just... don't lock your heart in a safe forever, okay?"

The way she returned that day would be shocking to any normal family. She was like a abandoned woman, with red eyes and shocked state. Even though she was the one who wanted to break things up between them, but was behaving the one who was abandoned. It had taken a lot of efforts for her to tell him to leave her. When she first went through rebirth she was very angry at him. It was like all her emotions for him were wiped out. She didn't feel any love for her husband. She even proposed to divorce at that time and had a heart for revenge.

he said and snapped his fingers " ok what?" in a millisecond I am back in the room I woke up before and I am all alone " fucking bloody duck, was it illusion or a dream just now " no my lips are swollen and I could still smell the fishy smell in my mouth " it's not a dream, not a book and it's raining husband here. please don't let another husband pop up in my life" i smack my head, nothing is making sense " I am in somebody else's body for real and I am a strange ancient queen who is fucking three husbands everyday! Great just great"

“Thank you… really. You risked everything to come save me.” Marcellus managed a faint smile, his gaze steady and tender. “What are you saying… No matter what, no matter how you see me now—you are, and always will be, my wife.” The words drifted out lightly but landed in Livia’s heart like a weight. She stared at him in a daze, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions—guilt, gratitude, and something even more difficult to bear: wavering. For a moment, she almost blurted out the truth—to tell him she was no longer his Livia, but the reincarnated Alia. A woman from a different world entirely.

It was my downfall in life. "For thousands of years, my people lived peacefully. Once the forest was awakened, I came back to this world with the man I truly loved." "You were reborn? How? You're a goddess?" "I was reborn through Silva, my lover through Jefferson. Our human counterparts found each other, as our werewolf souls were fated. We fought the darkness together, and I thought we would live peacefully with our children. I was tricked though, and my former husband’s brother found us. He killed us all, and ripped away my happiness once again. I became bound to this house just as I bound them to the forest."

It had been a while since she felt it, but it wasn't that bad, as her bond with Sean was almost gone. - She is not wasting her time!!- Lucy growled in Katherine's mind. - She is not the only one to be blamed. I don't think he was forced to do anything. - Katherine replied when breathing was not so painful anymore. Katherine was mad at herself. After being reborn, she had a tiny hope that she could save her marriage and fix everything. But now, it occurred to her that her husband would fall for Camille in an alternative universe. There was no hope for them and no love between them.

She asked again. Mason scrunched his nose and then scratched the tip before he said, “You talked about reincarnation like…” “What could I possibly know? It’s just a… a thesis!” “You’re a very confused human.” She grabbed her glass of juice, sipped it, and then breathed out, “It is just a thesis, Mason.” I refuse to believe. You said you have come to realize that reincarnation is real. Which means that you know someone or witnessed someone coming back to life.”