Rebirth Of An Abandoned Woman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Abigail smiled at Orion. —--------- A year later… Abigail had twins in her pregnancy. A boy and a girl. The curse on the Athmovezher lands was lifted after the birth of her son. Abigail became the high priestess to the witch cover after three years. ---- -----------------------------------The End-----------------------------------------

Brianna's POV I thought I could easily change my life after I got reborn. I had the courage to change my fate because I know I have my resources. But after realizing the possible fall of my company, it shook me. It wasn't Cain who shook me, it was the situation of the company that my grandfather entrusted me with. I have three days left from a week that the shareholders gave me. I only have three days to find a way to at least assure them that the company won't fall. I only have three days left to prove that I can save the company. But I'm losing my hope.

She felt sorry for the baby, who was innocent in all this, all this was her fault because she had been so stupid to notice all the signs that had been there to show her that Adrian never really loved her. If there’s anyone listening, any god, any devil, she would give anything for one more chance. Just one more chance for her to rectify all the horrible mistakes she had made in life. Let her come back… and she swore, she will never beg for love again and she would make Adrian pay a hundred fold for what he did to her. Her lips quivered, she didn’t want to die. At least not yet. She had so much she wanted to do, number one being, experiencing motherhood.

she said. Zoey looked at the girl's delicate profile and asked, "Carolyn, do you believe in rebirth?" "Rebirth?" Carolyn exclaimed for a moment, "I have seen a few novels about rebirth, but I myself don't believe in it." "If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it either." Carolyn opened her mouth and said, "You mean..." "Yes," Zoey affirmed, "I was reborn."

I don't know how long I was out. When I forced my eyes open, I was in an abandoned factory—windows and doors boarded shut, no way to tell if it was day or night. Whatever drug they'd given me had stripped the strength from every limb. The air reeked of mold. And beneath it, a faint scraping sound. I followed the noise and saw a woman kneeling on the floor, sharpening a knife. She was gaunt, filthy, clearly unhinged. I stared at her back for a long moment before recognition hit—this was Vivian, exiled years ago.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

--- As if responding to her role. --- Aligning with it. --- The space stabilized further. --- Not perfect. --- Not complete. --- But enough. --- Enough to hold. --- Enough to grow. --- The first foundation of something new. --- Something living. --- Something evolving. --- And as the last fractures slowly began to mend— One final truth settled in: --- This wasn’t the end of the system. --- It was its rebirth. --- Not as control. --- Not as structure. --- But as something organic.

His love and easy acceptance of our children is one of the things that has helped soothe the rough edges left over from any resentment I once bore him. His family, who could've ostracized me for the sin of keeping the children hidden, never once frowned upon my actions, and I know that I have Gabriel to thank for that. And now, here in the bosom of the ones who first took me in and sheltered me from my own personal hell, I've started to flourish once again. It's a cliché, but it feels as if the pain of childbirth and the ensuing loneliness and fear of being a single mother to multiples have been erased from memory. Years of misery wiped away in a matter of days.

" Valerie York's booming voice echoed around the cemetery. She was hauling two huge candles with her as she shot a disdainful glare at me. A violent shiver coursed through me when I heard her familiar voice. I hadn't died in the deep sea with the dark reefs. Instead, I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when Valerie insisted on illegally starting a fire on the mountain. The other employees stopped what they were doing and shot strange looks at me. From their perspective, I was the CEO's wife, but I was also an evil control freak. I was always finding reasons to target and harass their boss' carefree best friend.

To keep their child close — legally, cleanly — he had sent my real baby to an orphanage and used a special drug to scramble my sense of smell so I couldn't tell my child had been swapped. What he never knew was that Bellis hadn't pushed him toward me out of any pity for my broken heart. She just didn't want him. Not then. The Silver Moon Pack he ruled over was small and poor and barely worth her time. She kept him dangling but refused to commit, because her ambition was always bigger — she wanted to be the mate of the werewolf king. They turned my child into an orphan. And I never got to see my baby — not even once — before I died.