Novel & Cerita Rebirth Of The Little Mute

A single drop fell onto a crystal he held beneath it. The moment my blood touched the crystal, Valak’s expression changed. His eyes went wide, confusion and something like shock crossing his features. “What is it?” I asked, tension spiking through me. He stared at the crystal, then at me. His lips moved, but no sound came out at first. Then his voice entered my mind directly, a mental communication that bypassed sound entirely. ‘You were reborn. You died and came back.’ I froze, my blood turning to ice.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The word hung. He’d used it once, unconsciously echoing what the witch’s voice had called me in the forest. He didn’t know how literal it was. The air shifted. For a heartbeat, the wrongness in the clearing thickened. Then, a voice—disembodied, female, echoing as if coming through stone and water—slid through the trees. “Reborn little lamb…” It was soft. Almost fond. My blood ran cold. Lucian spun, every muscle coiled, wolf right behind his eyes.

"I came back to visit my hometown, but I was ambushed along the way. On top of that, you had always said in your past life that after we got married, we would spend our honeymoon in Costa Solara. That's why I came back." Hearing this, I realized he had been reborn as well. Lucio studied my expression carefully before saying, "Have you been reborn as well? Otherwise, how could you have written Bella's name on the invitation back then?" I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I said coldly, "There is no need to dwell on the past. What's over is over. Take care of your health." As I turned to leave, Lucio called out after me, "What do you mean, 'no need to dwell on it'? After all this time, do y

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

While devouring their meal, they watched as my body slowly lost warmth until I froze to death, becoming a corpse in the snow. In my past life, they managed to hold out until rescue arrived because they saved the food meant for me and had gained a little more space in the car. As for me, I became the unfortunate woman in the news who supposedly froze to death after leaving the car in an angry fit. Now that I was reborn, I wouldn't be a fool trying to wake them from their foolish thinking. I was going to watch them swallow their poison. "Ugh! Why is the pot taking so long to get hot?" Pamela complained impatiently as she poked at the half-raw meatballs.

"The male lead has most likely awakened his self-awareness. However, you still have a chance now. If you keep working at it, you might be able to turn things around. "You can fabricate more comments for him and make him firmly believe that Rosalie Lark is the villainess. Hopefully, everything can still be salvaged. Otherwise, you'll only end up being erased." The moment I heard that, I understood what was going on. A system, huh? It was just one parasite latching onto another parasite. I'd been fooled in my previous life. If not for that, Brandon and his system wouldn't have had such an easy time. In this life, I would cut off every escape route he had.

“The hollow is gone. In its place is this warmth. This knowing that I belong here. Between you. Carrying what we made. The old fears about the blood tie, the corruption, the laws… they feel distant. Like echoes from someone else’s life. All I feel now is the need to be close. To be filled again when the time comes. To let my body change for you.” Cassian settled beside us, his steady hand joining the others on my belly. “This is the rebirth,” he said quietly. “Not the violent breaking, but the quiet rebuilding. You are allowing yourself to be remade in our image. Soft where you were hard. Open where you were closed. Willing where you once fought. We see it in your eyes. The silver no longer

I simply pulled her into a tight hug and sobbed through broken breaths. "Cat, I finally found you again." I knew that the Cathy in front of me right now was the real one. The one from before—the one whose inner voice I could hear—had been a fake. It wasn't just Cathy either. Even the "previous life" I'd experienced, and those so-called inner voices I'd heard—those had all been fabricated as well. But before I could get my emotions under control and explain everything to Cathy, the car suddenly lurched violently.

"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."

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?