Romans & histoires Reborn: A Billionaire Phoenix

"You wanted to know why the apocalypse is changing." The screen began flashing. "You wanted to know why you were reborn." Then the image changed again. This time it showed Sharon herself. Not the Sharon standing in the room. The other one. Holding a newborn baby. And stood beside her was Alex. The caption appeared beneath them. PROJECT A-01: REACTIVATION Sharon stared at the image in horrors. Then the floor beneath them split open. A massive black eye opened beneath the resort. The other Sharon smiled. "Now you know." The screen went black. And Alex whispered the words Sharon never expected to hear. "That child is ours."

“The Black Tower was the brain. But the heart of the empire was Project Phoenix.” Grace frowned. “You never mentioned that before.” “Because I wasn’t supposed to know it existed,” Adrian said. “It was hidden even from me. Until now.” Nathaniel raised a brow. “And what’s Phoenix?” “A resurrection protocol,” Adrian said. “In case the empire collapsed, Phoenix would trigger a financial and political rebirth through offshore black accounts, deepfake identities, and embedded operatives in global corporations.” Grace’s face paled. “So Jade could still activate it?”

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The members of the royal family and ministers knelt in unison and exalted his name, "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Long live the Crown Prince! Long live the Crown Princess!" Asgon smiled and took my hand. He watched tenderly as the hatchling phoenix started to emerge from underneath the shell. His dream had finally come true. At last, nobody was going to accuse him of being born into a lowly background. I could finally set my guilt aside as well since I finally had my sweet phoenix by my side and saved my husband from a tragic death. I changed my fate upon being reborn! However, my mother hovered around the edges of the scene and fixed a poisonous glare at me.

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo

It had no face, no voice, but its presence was like a whisper in my soul: "Reborn, but not destroyed." And before I could understand the real meaning, the floor beneath my feet broke, like glass from an old dream, and I didn't scream, just accepted the fact as Naomi and I embraced and accepted our future, because in the end, we would no longer be us, but the new creature.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.