Prodigy Reborn Novels & Stories

– Even though Alan Paul wasn't a celebrity, it's a given that he already had a significant amount of name recognition. I am capable of taking care of this child. Aden believed that he had, at long last, found the bright spot in his life. Please thank God for me. I am at last able to keep hold of a diamond rather than a rock. That is the opinion that he held. One minor defect he possessed was that he lacked intelligence. It took him 14 repetitions of the simple name before he could remember it. To the young man, Aden Duke. …. He regarded it as a very minor defect in the system.

he replied, sounding far too confident, his devilish smile back to his face as if he has finally won me over I couldn't help but scoff. "You want me to be your fake girlfriend, and all I get is protection from the media? Isn't that your job in the first place as my label CEO, No thanks. I don't need your help in that department. And besides, I'm not interested in playing this game. Find someone else to be your prop." I said pushing my buttons, a voice telling me to give up the fake font I am trying to pull

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

In any case, most of them were born to royalties, as the royalties in her world directly descended from deities. In case of Yhi, the kingdom of light, their ancestor deity was Zorya. However, since the founding of the kingdom, Zorya, the goddess of light only ever appeared once as a Returner to Ancestry. It had been thousands and thousands of years since. That was why her bloodline had regressed. “Do you have a lot of those in your world?” Evie shook her head. “They are even rarer than transcendents. The only returner to ancestry that I know of is Kresnik, the Flame Emperor of Heaven. He is the most frequent returner in history.”

Memories of betrayal flooded her mind, mingling with the stinging sensation of the burns on her skin. “They’ve moved on without you,” The Sovereign remarked, his tone sharp. “And yet, here you are, still clinging to the past.” She shot him a glance that silenced him. Her resolve had been forged in fire, and she would not be dissuaded from her path. “Do not act in haste,” he added, softening his tone. “Patience is a weapon far more potent than vengeance. When the time comes, the world will tremble at your return.”

I ranted and with that I snatched my hands from hers and walked upstairs. “You’ll be handling the BM project!” She said, I came to an abrupt halt immediately and turned to look at her. “You’re joking with me right now,” “And do I look like I have time for jokes?!” “This is the only way you get to get your position back, this is the only way you can get promoted! This is the only way you can get back everything that Harper took from you!” “Are you not interested?! Do you not want to do this?! Do you want to remain like this?! Are you seriously going to let everything go just like that?!”

"You'll build an empire. Nott Designs will rise from the ashes of everything Brock destroyed. You'll create jobs. You'll mentor young designers. You'll prove that success doesn't require cruelty. That you can build something beautiful without destroying others." "You'll help thousands of survivors. The Reborn Foundation will give hope to people who thought hope was dead. Your story will save lives. Your pain will have purpose. Your trauma will become transformation. Not just for you. For everyone who comes after." I paused. This next part was the hardest to write. The hardest to say. "So maybe everything happens exactly as it should. Maybe you needed to be broken to understand how to rebuild

My legs buckled, then held. I wasn't a goddess anymore. I was a **Glitch in the Factory**. --- ### The Re-Entry Team Three men in white, sterile hazmat suits burst around the corner of a row of tanks. They weren't holding swords or magic pens. They were holding **Neural Prods**—long, metallic rods that hummed with enough electricity to knock a person back into a coma.

"You mean revenge?" Sebastian shrugged away. "I mean rebirth." He pointed to a tablet. Lazarus handed it over. On the screen: MonteTech Genesis Protocol [Status: Locked] [Access: Biological heir only] Sebastian's voice dropped to a hiss. "Then we make a new heir." Lazarus stiffened. "You… want to design someone?" Sebastian's voice was flat. Too flat. "No. We don't make. We steal." A beat that was long.

The staff stammered in fear, "S-Sir, it's not our fault! Drug research usually takes a long time, sometimes years, unless you have an exceptionally gifted genius!" "So you're saying he's a genius? A high school dropout is better than all you PhDs and medical experts from top universities?!" Timothy's anger only grew more intense. He couldn't believe it! His subordinates must all be incompetent. Just when it seemed like things couldn't get worse for him, Frederick began to speak again. "In addition to the Bone Regrowth Cream, I have one more new product. This is the one I put the most effort into. It’s based on Prospera Corporation’s Youthful Capsule. I call it…the Rejuvenation Capsule."