Re Life Novels & Stories

They look so massive and too stunning for regular people. "Kimberly Reed Carter, your thirst for revenge has been what drove you to be granted a second chance. Now that all who betrayed you in the previous life are dead, how do you feel?" A lady who is sitting directly in front of me asks. "Honestly, I haven't fully digested what it meant. I know I'm no longer in danger from them and that I'm going to be safe, well as safe as I can be in this world, so that one is a win I guess?"

he replied calmly, “and live better lives. It’s a cycle, Lyra. They will be reborn stronger, wiser. What happens here is temporary.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Temporary?” I repeated in disbelief. “She’s dead. Dead! Her life is over, and you think just because she might come back in another life that makes it okay?” He was quiet for a moment “They will have a second chance, Lyra. Everyone does.” I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “And what about the ones who don’t make it out? The ones who never get that second chance? How can you stand there and tell me that it’s okay because they’ll reincarnate? You’re playing with lives.”

He ridiculed, "Don't tell me you believe in that bullshit too?" "I do," Elsie agreed, in a firm tone. Waving his hands, Aiden scoffed, "Don't be silly." "Sincerely, what if I told you I was reborn?" Elsie asked, anticipation glowing in her eyes. She wondered if he would believe that this was her second life, which explained her extreme changes. If he would believe that Lynn Painter could not be dead, for she was the one that killed both of them. If he would believe that there was an entire group of people who had lived before and had been granted another chance by the Almighty.

A loud gasp escaped from everyone's mouth, followed by a scream of "impossible." "Nothing is impossible," I said with a deep, calm voice, trying my best to avoid Kira's gaze and to be calm altogether. "I am the same Rey Reed that was killed by your best player," I said, pointing at the venom woman. "How did you come back to life after two months of being at the burial site?" Ryan asked in shock. I replied with a smirk, "Like I always say, I am a cat with twenty lives." "Besides, tomorrow never dies and the angel won't even accept my soul."

I can regenerate, come back from the dead as though nothing has ever happened. My body will look exactly the same, I will bare no scars of what happened Before my death, it would be as though nothing had ever happened, as though I never died. I didn't realise this until after the car crash, until after I woke up and my parents were gone, I could do nothing to save them. But my cruel curse Ensured that I would live, that I would always live. today was my day off, and I had decided it was time to go out, I have run out of everything, including shampoo and coffee. two things I'd rather not live without.

"Exactly. Jerome's been running the company all these years. Mark just got back. What if—" Dad cut them off, his voice low and firm. "That's enough. I trust what Mark can do." Watching Jerome and Laura deflate on the spot filled me with pure satisfaction. In my past life, I refused to face Mom's death, and it gave Jerome and Laura the opening they needed to steal her estate and wreck my life. This time, I wasn't letting them win. Every old score was coming due. The moment I got back to Swain Group, I acted on what I remembered from my past life and bought the struggling digital media company I'd once told Rosalie to go after.

Julian shoved her away, his eyes still locked on me. A look of desperation filled his eyes. "Elara..." his voice became low, pleading. "I really know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance? This life, I swear I'll do right by you. I won't make the same mistakes again." My heart skipped a beat. This life? Did he just say "this life"? Was Julian... also reborn? Did he remember everything from our past life? As I stood there, stunned, the family's security team arrived. They quickly subdued Julian and his men.

To purpose. "You're back," Reaper said. Holding me close. "Really back. Not just surviving. Living. Being you again." "I'm back," I agreed. "Tired. Changed. Different. But back. Still here. Still fighting. Still being family. Still being home." Grace organized celebration. Not for remission. For life. For survival. For family that kept surviving impossible things.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"