Re Inventing Your Life Novels & Stories

“Now, where should I start?” Drawing a sinister smile on his face, he walks around the room as its memory surge inside his mind. Snapping his finger as he changes some fact that affects the memories of the ones involved and within its life. He changes its eye color and hair to his current one as he is now playing its life and very identity he will be in this world. Bending the fact of its life from the accident and the five years in a helpless state, he changes the dull days into a fruitful one as he rewrites its life into the perfect novel to establish the flawless identity he wishes and needed in this world.

[ Status ] [ Strength: F ] [ Mana: F ] [ Speed: F ] [ Stamina: F ] [ Dexterity: F ] [ Luck: SSS ] Kael looked at the screen for a long time, and then his face slowly twisted. "F in everything? Are you serious?" No response. "What kind of second life is this?" Still nothing. He dragged a hand down his face and looked at the mirror again. This time, he noticed the clothes. It is a mage uniform. "So I really did get reborn into a fantasy world." Memories of his old life drifted back in broken pieces: office work, deadlines, cold coffee, a boss who made his day miserable, cheap meals, loneliness, and then the stupid chicken.

"Mom, that dream felt so real. I truly believed you were still alive, just not in my world. So, I thought to myself, what if I could go back to before your wolf was hurt? Maybe I could save you." My throat tightened. "How did you come back?" "I died," she replied calmly. "In my previous life, I died in an ambush when I was 25 years old. But before I died, I thought—if only I could do it all over again. And then, I really did come back to when I was five years old." She said it all so matter-of-factly, as if talking about someone else. But I was listening with my heart in my throat. "Can you go back then?"

Broke down over and over. This time, he didn't waver. After that, he wrote a will, transferring all his assets to me. Then he jumped from the roof of a thirty-story building. Around that same time, our research hit another breakthrough. I thought about it for two seconds—then donated all his assets to the institute, in his name. He was gone. There was no point holding on to resentment. I didn't need to carry our past with me anymore.

“I have loved your dad unconditionally for the last twenty years of my life. He had betrayed me, yet I couldn’t move on. But I didn’t let it affect me. I engaged myself in the things I liked. I reinvented myself. It gave me happiness. And with happiness, good things started happening to me.” I listened to her innermost inhibitions. For the first time in my life, I could relate to her. I could feel what she had gone through. I was glad that I had returned home. Her insights gave me a new direction in life. “Yes, Mom. I’ll live for myself, for my happiness from now on.” It was a promise more to myself than to her.

Sarah glanced at the reporter before lowering her gaze to the letter. "Life is so exhausting. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to be alive. Miss Sanders, I followed your advice yesterday and started choosing things to do, just like you suggested. But the more I did, the worse I felt. Every time I completed something, the emotions only became stronger… I can’t do this anymore. Just like you said—once I finish everything, I can leave. But for someone like me, who never needed to do any of it in the first place, none of it matters.

Williams narrowed his eyes. "What would you like to say to me, Everett?" Mr. Williams asked. "You seem troubled." "I am. I don't like the life I've been living." Everett stared at the ocean now. "What do you mean?" Mr. Williams asked, resting on his heels. Everett turned back to his father. "I'm going to reinvent myself once we go home. I'm tired of being a wealthy second-generation kid who rides on the coattails of my family. I want to make my life worth something. It needs to be meaningful. Otherwise, what’s the point?"

It only became clear on a night as ordinary as any other. She scrolled through Mason's latest social media post, showing a video of a little puppy. Her gaze softened, though a sudden wave of drowsiness hit her hard. In that hazy moment, she felt like a bystander, watching an entirely different life unfold. In that life, her parents had forced her back to the Kains. She regained her memories sooner than she had in this life and married Mason. Not long after, Mason was diagnosed with ALS, but unlike in reality, he didn't see it as a burden. Instead, he smiled and said he would face it together with her.

The once-privileged heirs, cut off from their powerful families, had since sunk into lives of quiet misery. Upon hearing that, Mia raised her hand to stop the conversation. “That’s enough. It’s not good for the baby.” They were nothing more than parts of the past. And Mia was walking toward a better future.

He looked different from the man I fell for. He looked lost. Putting off my heels, my apartment suddenly felt smaller. The silence echoed louder than usual. Not just smaller, I felt lonely tonight. I miss LJ, I miss my old life. I bought this house six months ago when I decided to go through with my plan, just basic furniture and simple aesthetics. No picture frames, just a couch, a television, and a fancy fireplace in the living room. Stopping at the mirror in the hallway, I stared at my reflection. Was this what reinvention looked like? Or just desperation in nicer clothes?