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My hand rested on my belly, and Isolde leaned her head against my shoulder. Two girls who used to be human. Turned, betrayed, broken, and left for dead. And still here. "Do you ever regret it?" Isolde asked. "Leaving them?" I felt a small movement under my palm—the faintest kick. "Never." We were no longer anyone's tool. No longer anyone's replacement. We were immortal, and immortality meant we had all the time in the world to start over. The future was ours to write.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

Lyra inquired her eyebrow raised gazing with focus. Patrick looked at her warmheartedly, “I'm sure Elder Owen must have briefed you, we're not ordinary villagers, we communicators of the spirit realm.” He said gently. “I'm not like you, shamans or any other magical beings.” Lyra said blinking. “Remember, you're reincarnated, something rare, of you are of the spirit, your wolf is a spirit animal.” “You’re a special child, those who reborn are filled the great talents.” Phillips added.

He kissed her, and the air around them shimmered the Living City itself exhaling light as if it, too, forgave. After that, they were no longer tormented by what had been. The seasons passed. The world recovered. Villages sprouted from embers, silvery grass paths reached out to the horizon, and the Living City vibrated with a beat forged from harmony, not terror. Each emotion, each expectation, each act of benevolence left impressions upon the air petals unfolding, streams glinting, breezes carrying songs of rebirth. Children ran through the open fields where once there had been war. The Citadel’s stones sang faintly when touched, holding the memories of those who built them with love.

After the SAT results come out, the girl everyone knows as the school's scholarship case throws a lavish graduation party. That same night, I get a text alert saying my credit card has been maxed out. I go to confront her, but she's already in my boyfriend's arms, sobbing like she's the victim. "Just because I'm on financial aid, I'm not allowed to throw a party?" My boyfriend rushes to comfort her and turns on me instead. "Your family's loaded anyway. Spending a little on Lacey isn't going to kill you." Sure, my family has money, but I'm not a saint, and I don't see why I should be footing her bills. I refuse to back down. I call the police to make her pay me back, but my boyfriend re

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.

“Do not panic. Change is here! No more will you suffer. No more will you be unable to find food or housing. From this point on, it will all be provided for you.” His voice echoed loudly throughout the entire square. Perhaps it, too, had somehow been magically enhanced. Not everyone in the crowd was listening, but the Reapers weren’t letting people leave. Those who shouted in anger or tried to push their way out were struck down. “A new London has awakened,” announced the incubus. “A London that serves the people. Labor you can depend on! Guaranteed food and shelter! We are immortals, sent by God to save you from the squalor and sin you have known all your lives.”

The Exiled Blood embryo Immortal smiled and said, "The current me is going to stay in the Holy Kingdom to be the emperor. When I completely squeeze out the Holy Kingdom in the future, I will return to the immortal land... Anyway, I have already reopened the Path to Ingress. There will be many self-righteous guys who think that they can ascend during the day, right? I just need to wait for them to come to me." "As long as I wait here, I can absorb the blood essence of countless geniuses and experts in the inferior world. Not only will it help me recover, but it will also help me take another step forward. What you said is nothing to worry about for me in the future!" The Blood embryo Exiled I