Novel Ranker Who Lives A Second Time Novels & Stories

Everything seems to blur together more by the minute. I hear a familiar man’s voice say, “Will she know?” A woman responds to him, “She’ll know that she’s been reborn, but she won’t know that it’s a second time.” A second time? A second rebirth? How is that possible? My body is hot, hotter than what seems humanly possible. I’m dying for some type of relief and I hear the man say, “I’m so sorry, love, I swear it won’t happen again.”

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.

This is not an end, but a beginning for a new story. Thank you very much for reading my first work. I, Aldho Alfina, apologize to all readers because the ending was shortened. The author is currently focusing on a novel entitled 'The Ruler of the Dragon God', so that this second novel can be completed perfectly.

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The words stab my throat the second they leave my mouth. After the call ends, I return to the couch. The laptop’s still glowing, but I don’t see anything. I stare at my own reflection in the glass. Tara Anasthassia De Carrillo, 25. Architect. Math minor. Independent woman with her own apartment and a decent enough portfolio to pitch to Singapore next year. And still....can’t let go of a man who was never even hers. I set the laptop on the table. Grab the wine. Take another sip.

And now, Clara had only murmured that the place smelled unpleasant, and he had casually bought the entire hospital. So, his poverty had been an act. His devotion was also an act. Only my suffering, my blood, and the tumor in my head were real. I watched as he fed a cherry to Clara with gentle care, while the metallic taste of blood filled my own mouth. Since fate gave me a chance to live, I wouldn’t die alongside a man like him. “Landon, your lies would be the stepping stones of my rebirth.” I had just returned to my room and lay down when the door was pushed open.

"I don't hate you. Besides, I already said that I'd deal with this, so won't you stop making a fuss? "Can't we live together like we did in the past?" I shook my head. "Of course not." What I cared about was hardly just what had happened just now. It was that he disliked me to the point of hatred in our past lives, yet chose to trap me by his side, torturing me until I died. He gave me hope, only to destroy it with his own hands. Now that we were reborn, how could you be so shameless as to tell me that I was making a fuss, as if it was something insignificant?

Rhett definitely wasn’t an option as I had no desire to die again, and that left only one choice: the Alpha of the Silverwind pack, Seville. When I died in my previous life, I had heard his grief-filled roar. I didn’t know why, but my instincts told me choosing him wouldn’t be a mistake. However, there was just one problem: the Silverwind pack was famously poor. If it weren’t for the fact that generations ago they had once produced the legendary Silver Wolf Alpha, Seville probably wouldn’t have qualified for the alliance list. So how was I supposed to convince Father to agree? Just then, the powder room door opened. Sarah walked out, leaning against Blake’s chest. Her long, pointed nails tra

“Well, you’ve been married twice. First to Emery, then he died. And then you had to wait. And then you got married again to this ruffian of a guy.” “His name is Julian,” I said to her. She gave a little nod. “Fine, fine, whatever. But all I’m saying is, you got married again. How does it feel?” I stopped, then turned to her. And she did the same to me. “What do you want from me? What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know,” she scoffed. “Maybe tell me that this is just a phase and by tomorrow it’s all going to be some bad joke.”

The only thought in my head was: 'I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the remainder of my life'. _____________________________________ ***Author's Note: Book two in the series is called: She's My Mate. Search for it on the GoodNovel app and read now!