Rebirth For Revenge Novels & Stories

He took a step back, afraid of dirtying his expensive leather shoes. "Enough, Mandy," he said casually. "Dead is dead. Tomorrow I'll order that yacht you liked. Consider it compensation. Are we good?" A yacht. A human life was only worth a fucking yacht to him. The sheer toxicity of this family drained all my strength. I only had one thought left in my mind. I needed to know who this baby was. "Just get the baby out. We'll... we'll give him a proper burial." Matteo took a deep breath, resigning himself to operate the machine.

His restraint held firm, letting space breathe between us. “I remember waking up on that private jet,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “The first day of this second life. I was terrified. I thought rebirth was my punishment - a chance to relive the pain so I could finally escape it. I planned everything. The contract. The revenge. The quiet exit with my freedom secured.” Another step forward, then. Still holding his gaze without looking away. “But maybe… maybe it wasn’t punishment. Maybe it was a second chance to find something real. Not just survival. Not just revenge. But this.”

You're making your plans obvious enough for us to see! Wendy fell to the ground and spat out blood. What little color she regained was lost, and she nearly blacked out again. The bodyguard snickered and dragged her into a room. I wanted to stop her, but Annabelle swung her bag with full force, slamming me to the floor. Furious, she roared, "So that's what happened! Both of you lied to me in my past life!" My heart jumped. The truth was out. Like me, Annabelle was reborn. No wonder she was so sure that I was lying, even before I could ask for her help back then.

And not when I discovered something else. This wasn't all about grief. This was about rage. Rebel wasn't just broken. She was sharpening herself into an instrument of revenge. And someone would pay.

"A baby? You don't deserve to have my baby, you bitch. It's all your fault I lost everything. Are you happy now? That's right, a baby! Ella's having my baby too." Jeffrey thought he had a way out, so he came to me in a hurry, thinking he could use the baby to make things right. However, that baby was already gone. Soon, Jeffrey was arrested by the cops. Sophie was gone. When they found her, she was in a pool of blood. Jeffrey got the death penalty for intentional murder. His execution day was my wedding day with Daniel. That night, Daniel leaned in and whispered, "I've been meaning to ask, why didn't you tell me about the baby?"

I had been watching that face my whole life and I was so tired of it. Every time something should have finally finished her, she came out of it. The kidnapping. The business attacks. The smear campaign. All of it. She just kept walking forward, kept rebuilding, kept collecting more people who were loyal to her. But you could not come back from being dead. "This time she doesn't make it home," I said. "That's the plan." "Good." I meant it. "Good." I hung up and kept walking. The sun was actually out. I tilted my face toward it for a second and just let myself feel it. I was out. Scarlett was on her way to a country where nobody knew her and nobody was watching, and what happened over there wo

I said, though the chain was already showing me possibilities I didn't like. "We trigger universal rebirth intentionally. Before the Devourer can escape. Before entropy wins." His form solidified slightly, showing us images in his flames. "A controlled big bang. Everything ends, yes, but immediately begins again. Fresh. Clean. Without the Devourer because it would be caught in the renewal, transformed like everything else." Kieran stepped forward, drawn to the phoenix fire. "You're talking about killing everyone." "I'm talking about rebirthing everyone. Every consciousness, every soul, every spark of existence—reborn in a universe without the threat of entropy's avatar."

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.

It was mine to do because I was the product of her night in hell. But that was before those three little faces so like mine existed. Before the mother who bore them came back to me. Could I let one of my babies live the way I have? Could I set one or more of them on a vengeful course to avenge some wrong done to me? Can I bear for them to live with the me that would emerge after I have his blood on my hands? With me being the way I am, believing the things I do, I know it would be hard for me to live as a whole person, knowing that I had my father's blood on my hands.

Lucil helped me to realize I was just in denial. I had thought she wouldn't have a good heart and wouldn't care about other people, but I was wrong. I still don't get the reason why I feel like a totally finished man, but I don't want to lose her. My ears bleed upon hearing her scream the word ‘Revenge,’ I needed to understand what she was saying. Revenge? How can she do that all by herself? “Yes, I want to go back to Spring Pack and expose the evil that was done against me,”