Rebirth: Shattering My Sister's Facade Novels & Stories

"Honey, if that lucky star dies, so be it. But our son… What a waste." Archie pulled her into his arms, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. "She's not dead yet. Don't worry. I've got a plan. Ethan will not only wake up. He'll go viral and bring us even more traffic. As for this lucky star, let her die with purpose." After that, he submitted an application for the rebirth trial. The video ended. Watching the scenes flash by one after another, I fell into thought. After a moment, I finally let go.

In the previous life,my sister, Isabella, was jealous that I had given birth to the heir of the Human-Shifter Alliance. She crawled into my mate Alpha Jacob’s bed, then engineered a crash that killed both me and my child. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the choosing ceremony. "Clara, stop playing the victim," my sister Isabella’s voice cut through the ballroom, dripping with the smug satisfaction of a cat that had cornered a mouse.

My fingers dig into the ground for balance, but it feels like the whole world is slipping away. Still… I look up at her. At the face that once mirrored my own. “You are still my sister,” I whisper. The words are slurred, shaking on the edge of a sob. “Even now.” Her eyes widen for the briefest instant, something human flashing behind the rage she felt. But it is too late. My power inside me breaks free.

Before my eyes shut fully, all I felt was a raging surge of hatred inside me. Indeed, I absolutely hated her! Due to my love for Mark Tanner, I had always treated Shannon like my own younger sister since she was his adopted sister. When the economy took a downturn, she lost her job. However, after seeing that I had not only been able to afford a luxury car and a huge villa after becoming a livestreamer on YouTube but that I even had a ton of fans, she suggested wanting to give it a try. She even begged me to lend her a side account of mine.

The sound of ripping rang out. I watched as the fabric over my shoulder split open, revealing a fresh crimson gash across my smooth skin. Only then did the reality of being reborn truly sink in. I didn't even bother putting on my shoes before immediately running to the edge of the field. Sure enough, I saw Derek Lane carrying a pole on his shoulder that was loaded with buckets of manure. The pain in my shoulder grew worse. I bit my lower lip hard, unable to make sense of it at all.

I angrily questioned him, but he harshly rebuked, "You don't understand how helpless Lyra is as a concubine-born daughter. Only I know how difficult it is for a delicate woman like her to survive in this palace. Why are you so mean? She's your sister, yet you won’t even give her a pack of chocolate chip cookies." Every time I thought about this, my heart numbed from heartache. Now that I had been reborn, I wanted to see if Lyra would make such a rash wish again. Watching Thalyx being dragged away, I finally felt at ease and returned to my room. I thought Thalyx and I would rarely see each other, but he crept into my room that night. He lay on my bed with a grim expression, the crimson blood

Bai Zhang roared in pain as his body jerked slightly upward. "Tell me, how is it feel to violate your step sister?" Ming Yue asked as her ruthless smile grew deeper "So much that it led her to slit her own wrist" Her eyes looked at the ghost of a girl who was barely 17 years old. Her body floated next to Bai Zhang, her eyes filled with resentment and from her wrist, Ming Yue noticed a big cut. The reason why she knew that the girl was Bai Zhang's sister was because she had slightly similar face with him. This man was really a scum among scums. Even his sister became his prey. Ming Yue pressed the guy's jewel harder and Bai Zhang could only screamed louder in agony.

When my sister insisted on binding herself to the system and leaving the twenty million fortune to me, I knew she had been reborn too. In my previous life, just to snatch that money, she shoved me to the ground while my leg injury hadn’t even healed. I broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but her eyes gleamed with excitement as she smiled. “Jana, the system says it can bring good luck. “You’ve always had terrible luck. Even a simple aerial routine ended with the harness snapping! I’ve always been lucky, so I won’t fight you for something like this. I’ll let you have it.”

Lucy was treating the old woman with complete respect and obedience. Before I could even process it all, a swarm of relatives came after me again. They cursed me to death, saying I'd treated my own sister so cruelly. That relative's son was an aging bachelor, poor as dirt. His house was practically falling apart. And he was already in his 30s. The crying was finally gone. But now, I was drowning in the endless moral lectures from my relatives. In a burst of rage, I slammed my fist straight into my uncle's face.

Sounds like a fair enough trade. A new line of text appeared. [First Mission: Talk to your sister. Reward: Past life strength Penalty: Unbearable migraine] Sister? What sister? The moment I read that, a sharp, stabbing pain tore through my skull. I winced, gripping my head as nausea rolled through me. It wasn't a warning. It was a promise. This thing was real. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. Talk to my sister. Simple enough, right?