Reborn And Ready To Slay Novels & Stories

Reborn Carolyn will fight and rise above all the rejection. Tbc...

An old but powerful voice pulled me out of the endless darkness. "You're the one, Lily Stenson." I looked around the York family's indoor training grounds. The one who had just spoken was Emily Harrison. It was then that I realized that I had been reborn. I was surrounded by dozens of other elite bodyguards, who were clad in black training uniforms just like mine. They were the cream of the crop of other security companies within the country and were sent to participate in the competition.

"Jeffrey, you lied to me! You said you were going to look for Ella just to scold her, but you were actually planning to leave me for her? How could you treat me like this? How could you?" Sophie's eyes were red and filled with hurt and anger. The slap left Jeffrey dazed. All he could think about was how loud and constant her shrill voice was. Annoyed, he slapped her back. "Be quiet! Who do you think you are to hit me? Do you know who I am? I'm the president of Graham Group. Watch out, or I'll sue you and you'll be in jail for life." Jeffrey's slap was so forceful that Sophie fell to the ground. She touched her face in shock, staring at Jeffrey as tears poured down.

“I was going to send roses. But fire seemed more fitting.” The feed glitched briefly, then returned. “You burned down my sanctuaries. Killed my agents. Stole my network. Now I offer you an invitation.” Behind him, shadows moved. Other men, silent. Faces masked in crimson. Donatello continued, voice low and steady. “Seventy-two hours from now, the world will bleed again. We call it the Red Reaping. A global relaunch. New routes. Old names reborn. Every girl we lost will be replaced. Every city you touched, repaid.”

“Just listen.” “You said you’ve already been shot. Fine. So be it.” I swallowed. “Then that Leila is dead.” She stared at me. “You have to be reborn,” I continued. “A new Leila. Okay? Reborn. Stronger. Braver. Alive.” Her struggles slowed. She looked up at me. “A… new Leila?” she asked weakly. I nodded. “Yes. A new Leila.” “A new Le—” She didn’t finish.

Behind her, the thunder roared — the mansion lights flickering again. I jerked my arm free, my voice cracking. “Why show yourself now?” Her smile faded. “Because it’s almost time. Project Rebirth is active again. And when the final phase begins…” She leaned closer, her breath brushing against my ear. “…only one of us gets to survive.” Before I could react, she shoved me back. Hard. I hit the edge of the table and fell, the flashlight rolling away. The balcony doors swung open from the wind, sending papers flying.

"I was forced to stay by your side as a slave. Lyra is the only one who truly understands me. If you hadn't insisted on owning me, I wouldn’t have been forced to watch miserably as the woman I loved fell for another beastman. You're surrounded by lackeys, and you have people you can count on. You don't need me to save you, but Lyra is different. As a concubine-born daughter, she’s looked down on and has no support. I'm the only one she has now." The icy river water seeped into my bones. I could not believe what I was hearing. Thalyx's eyes held no hesitation. Seeing me about to be swallowed up by the water, he impatiently huffed his cheeks and used his massive tail to roughly shove me to the

Reborn to a rich family and loved dearly, or Reborn as me back into my fifteen-year-old body to rewrite my story. I gave Aragon the middle finger, telling him to fuck off my face with his lies but he misinterpreted it as the first option. I got reborn into you right now. Lacy Jules, all this while we have lived another person's life while the people who had wronged us roam freely. They need to pay for everything they did to me! Please give me the opportunity to rewrite my destiny!

Not just a grieving girl. But a queen forged in death and reborn in fire.

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