Rebirth: Shattering My Sister's Facade Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What did you just say?” “Shut up!” Sable said and she emptied her entire magazine into the creature’s face. It staggered but it didn’t fall. Liora grabbed my arm. “Kade, focus! Don’t let it mess with your head!” But the words had already sunk in and were starting to mess with my head. Firstborn. My sister. The mother I thought died protecting me... The lead Forsaken pressed the advantage, slamming into me like a truck. We crashed to the ground, rolling across dirt and broken concrete. Its claws dug into my chest as its red eyes bored into mine.

And ‘someone’ was coming. Whether Damien would find me in time, or whether the next shadow to step into the room would be another ghost from our past… I didn’t know. But I had survived worse. And like the phoenix that had once burned in my chest, something in me stirred. Not just rage. “Rebirth”. Let her think she had me. Let her believe the cage still held. She had no idea what kind of fire she’d just reignited.

And with that scream, I claimed my rebirth in full, no longer the broken girl trapped in silence, but the reckoning—the storm that had been waiting in the dark for its moment to rise. The fortress trembled beneath the weight of my fury, ancient walls shuddering as if the earth itself feared what I had become. Sebastian’s desperate hope wavered, faltering in the face of the tempest I had become. The world that had tried to crush me, to silence me, to erase me, now trembled with the undeniable truth of my return. “You will regret ever trying to bury me,” I vowed, my voice low and unforgiving, seething with the promise of a reckoning long overdue.

It took all of her effort and energy not to fall off. We spent most of our days together, so how had she not realized in time that I was planning on leaving the city? Jumping off her horse, she walked toward the covered corpse, her feet feeling like they were weighed down by stone blocks. A cold sweat had broken out across her forehead, and it was as though she were falling into an infinite abyss. Next to the corpse was a deep canyon whose bottom couldn't be seen, yawning like the entrance to the underworld. If the body truly was mine, then Felicia would simply throw herself right off the cliff then and there. She had already saved me so many times, so she was sure she would be able to drag

We'd all been in the same class for three years, and there wasn't anyone who didn't know everyone else's backstory. I looked across the room, and my eyes came to a halt on the girl in the corner—Myra Davis, the very same bully who had murdered me in my past life. I could feel the hatred burning in my eyes. She gave me a casual look and put on the same smirk she'd worn when she'd crushed me beneath her heel in my last life. I smiled pleasantly at Myra. "Everyone here knows what my family's situation is like. I'm not selfless enough to give away the money I need to survive to someone else. Myra, you agree with me, don't you?"

I did not want to look at him for even one more second. "Sebastian, I just want to study hard and start a new life. Vivian is the one you've always wanted, isn't she? You should treasure each other and stop bothering me." He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "What are you talking about? I've always treated Viv like a sister!" I laughed coldly. "What kind of siblings embrace and steal kisses from each other?" Once, I had caught him stealing a kiss from sleeping Vivian—that tender expression was something I would never forget.

"In this scene, you play a ruthless concubine who encounters her kind-hearted sister in the palace. The sister finds out you're a murderer, questions you about killing your mother, and you admit it. Then, the sister slaps you angrily. Any questions?" Jade, who had been smiling all along, only replied when Noah asked her, "No." "Good, let's begin. Just rehearse the scene and get a feel for it first," Noah said, gesturing for Jade to step into the frame. As Jade approached, Neve dug her fingers deep into her palms and chuckled inwardly. 'Jade, your day has finally come. I can't wait any longer. You’ll watch me smash your face in later.' Neve stood there waiting, and when Jade stood in front of

Olivia backed toward the cryogenic pods, heart pounding in her throat. “Who’s there?” she demanded. Another message flashed across the screen. REBIRTH REQUIRES THE RETURN OF THE PRIMARY CARRIER. Olivia’s vision blurred with fear and rage. “No,” she whispered. “I’m done being used.” The footsteps stopped behind her. A shadow fell across the floor. Then a voice, soft, familiar, wrong, strong, came from the darkness, “Welcome back, Sister.” Olivia spun around with mouth wide open…

"The truth is that you hate me. You've always hated me. And now you're trying to destroy my life because you can't stand that I'm succeeding where you failed." "That's not—" "You want me to die!" Her voice rose to a shriek. "You said it! You just told me to go ahead and kill myself and not drag you into it! Pierce, did you hear her? She wants me dead!" "I didn't say that," I protested, but Pierce was already glaring at me with disgust. "How can you be so cruel?" he demanded. "She's your sister, Scarlett. Your own flesh and blood. Can't you show even a little bit of compassion?"

Every time since, it has been the collar that my sisters drape around my neck. And I’m supposed to practice to learn mastery? At what cost? Who will have to die to make me stronger? I can’t risk it. What if I were to fail and lose control completely, falling into a chaos so large that I tumble into madness? The thought of me moving through the world untethered is a terrifying thing. Now that I’ve been reborn, I’m even stronger than I was before. What if nobody can contain me this time, once I lose control?