Rebirth: Shattering My Sister's Facade Novels & Stories

Then— The price appears on the screen. One life… For millions. Adrian’s. Not Elaine’s. Not Clara’s. His. Lily whispers, “That’s…” Cruel. Elias nods in the recording. You always were the Anchor. Only the Anchor can reopen the Fracture safely. Choose willingly… And every forgotten world returns. Refuse… And they disappear forever. ⸻ No one speaks for several minutes. Finally, Adrian quietly says, “If it’s true…” Elaine turns sharply. “No.”

"You were reborn too." The light turned green. I raised the window and placed the glass between our worlds again. Before it closed completely, I said, "In the last life, we already settled our debt." The car moved forward. Adrian chased for a few steps, but the bodyguards stopped him. In the rearview mirror, he stood at the street corner like a statue soaked in rain. I looked away. I felt no thrill of revenge. I felt no old love rising from the ashes. I only felt a peace that had finally landed.

He believed her, and greedy for her money, he struck me down with a blade. He announced to the world that my sister was his real mother and I was nothing but a human trafficker who had separated them. I never forgot the pain of dying. This time around, if she wanted to taste the bitterness of marriage, she could have it. I wasn't going to suffer it again.

You think I don't know you kept looking for chances to pick on her while she was working part-time jobs? Camila trembled and turned to Daniel. "Mr. Quigley, please help me…" His face stayed blank. He didn't even bother to look at her. "But why?" She broke down. "Why is it that I still can't find happiness even after being reborn? Dad doesn't want me, and neither do you!"

Shards of glass sank into my flesh, causing spurts of blinding pain that rippled along my body. I hit the floor with a groan, pain consuming me with every breath. It wasn’t my mates faces that flashed in my head, but Lina’s. Defenseless Lina. My little sister was waiting for me. She was expecting me to win this battle, to defeat Solana. She agreed to becoming immortal. She agreed knowing exactly what it would entail. I couldn’t let her down. “Come out, newborn.” Jade sang amidst the chaos. “Come out and play.”

Reene The moment I opened my eyes, and heard that voice, I concluded that I wasn't fated to be lucky. In my past and present life. "Luna Amber, are you awake? Or should I say Alpha Ethan's sex toy?" The voice was calm, and filled with mockery. I shuddered, and my heart turned cold. It was the same voice which had haunted my dreams right after I woke up. Since my rebirth. It was Alpha Dennison Hogan's voice.

After that, someone kidnapped her, they even ruined her face before killing her, and everything's mastermind was her elder sister, Shopia. She clearly remembered the pain. If her pain was real, that meant she had undergone a rebirth. "Oh my God, that means I have undergone a rebirth." She felt like someone had plummeted from the sky to the ground.

In my previous life, our packs made peace, and the enemy Alpha sent his son, Kael Voss, to us as a hostage. He barely reached my shoulder. He spoke in a tiny voice, and none of the other pups wanted to play with him. My sister, Selene Vale, was next in line to lead the Silver Moon Pack. But she felt sorry for Kael. She brought him home and cared for him herself. We often played a game called “scent tracking.” We smelled Selene's clothes and tried to find where she was hiding. I thought it was an innocent game. Then one full-moon night, Selene's scream woke the entire pack house. We found her curled up in a corner. A silver blade was buried in her chest, and the bed was covered in blood. Kael

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.

At the reunion dinner, my adopted brother, Isaac Johnson, whispers in my ear, "The Johnson family only needs one son. You're just a country bumpkin. We don't need you here." I think he's right. So, I run straight into traffic at the intersection. My family is terrified. They rush over and manage to pull me back from the road. My sister, Rebecca Johnson, turns pale with anger and warns me not to upset Isaac again. I obediently nod. Then, late that night, I turn on the gas and leave a suicide note. "It's my fault for upsetting Isaac. I'll take the whole family to heaven with me. None of us will ever have to suffer again." My family stares at me as if I've gone mad. Later, at a party, Is