Romans & histoires Rebirth In Hollywood

"When I left Moretti, I had already returned everything I owed. The things you want to give me now were things I didn’t want three years ago. I want them even less now." The light in Adrian’s eyes cracked. "What about me?" he whispered. "You won’t even give me a chance to apologize?" "Apologizing is your choice. Accepting it is mine." His fingers curled around the edge of the window, and his voice nearly shook. "Elena, I wronged you in the last life too, didn’t I?" I lifted my eyes. Adrian stared at me as if he had finally caught the answer he feared most. "You remember too," he said. "You were reborn too."

Reborn Carolyn will fight and rise above all the rejection. Tbc...

For the first time, we could let go of all our masks. I watched the fire and remembered the morning I was reborn. I woke up screaming the day after Grandpa’s funeral. Drenched in cold sweat. Everything in the dream had been so real—the zombies’ roars, my family’s betrayal, the final, desperate pain as Liam pushed me into the horde to save himself. But when I looked at the calendar, I realized something. I had been reborn. I was back before the game even started. The first person to confirm my suspicions was Chloe.

"See? I told you guys something shady is going on behind the scenes of this trial! We demand a retrial!" I had no intention of hiding the fact that I'd been reborn from the very beginning. When the Judgement Helmet was taken off my head, I faced the camera and said seriously, "I know all of you are unwilling to believe it, but I was indeed reborn. I just want the truth to be revealed. If you don't believe it, you can ask the Supreme Court to verify it." In this world, rebirth and time travel were already commonplace. They just didn't want to believe the reason for my rebirth. It was because many people who were acquainted with Charlene simply weren't willing to believe she was that kind of p

I had slowly come to terms that I had been reborn but a nagging thought still lingered at the back of my mind. A small calendar sitting on the dressing table caught my eyes and I instinctively reached for it. I flipped it to the date of my death, November 19th 2025, tapping it lightly with my finger. I had watched so many reborn movies but never would I have expected it would happen to me. I wasn't sure I could stop my death from happening but one thing I was sure of was that I wasn't going to repeat the same mistakes all over again. This time I had two goals: Use my skills to make Brian walk again and change my fate this time.

"No way, Melissa went to make us herbal tea. We have to wait for her before we can operate on the mayor!" When Joe Reid spoke those exact same words as in my previous life, I finally realized I had been reborn. Watching him explain to our department colleagues, hatred surged within me like a tidal wave. Before I could make a move, Joe turned to me with anger written all over his face. "Kimberly Hayes, you're so selfish! Melissa isn't here yet. What's wrong with waiting two more minutes?"

"The past's over. Our new story has just begun." The betrayal, cold, and despair buried in the snowstorm all belonged to Raine of the past life. In this life, I had a man who loved me, my parents, and the simple, beautiful warmth of a real home. I was finally alive. "Let's go. Everyone's waiting for us." "Sure." I lifted the hem of my gown, took Conrad's hand, and pushed the doors open. Behind them, I was greeted with a wave of cheers and blessings.

My vengeance. For years, I had been an obsessive student of my own industry. A habit born from anxiety, from a desperate need to understand the mechanics of success. After every party, every lunch, every meeting, I would come home and write. Rumors, whispers, stock tips overheard from drunk producers, casting decisions debated in secret, names connected by dark, speculative arrows. In my first life, it was a chronicle of my failure, a roadmap of all the opportunities I had missed. In this life, it was the Dead Sea Scrolls of Hollywood. It was a detailed, explicit prophecy of the next eighteen years.

"Listen up, Cyrus Lloyd. I've had enough of your haughtiness. Every single time you give me one of these expensive things, all you can think about is how you want to get me in bed, right? "You treat me as nothing more than a toy for you to play with. I wouldn't dream of holding on to a love like that." Lorraine's voice rang in my ears, like a curse I couldn't shake off. As I looked around at the familiar faces, including Lorraine's still-youthful face, I finally confirmed that I'd been reborn. I'd gone back in time, to the day I first attempted to show my support for Lorraine. But in my previous life, when I'd given her this same sapphire necklace, she'd been so moved she'd thrown herself in

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.