Reborn As A Big Mouth Flower Novels & Stories

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

She whimpered, tears streaming down her face. Cruella suddenly felt a rush within her, as though something was about to explode inside her chest. She clenched her fists as she stood from the ground, her wounds all healing at once. Her eyes suddenly glowed, like a blazing blue flame, and she let out a loud deafening scream. “No!!!!”

Epistolo knew that he wouldn't be able to fight the power of the gods, since he himself had tried once to curse and failed. The two wolves lost consciousness when a puff of yellow smoke from a flower that was born there wafted across the room. Marco's wounds disappeared and his wolf body became human again, as did Maciel's. Leya came out of the flower feeling restored, as did Dragazon. Yolanda, who was in the kitchen, came out to witness all the mess and destruction of those huge, overgrown roots forming a dome from the staircase to the whole room, covering the two of them.

Samantha huffed and glared at her stupid mate. "Yeah... it's different. What I have is different, too. I can create life. Like make life out of something. You see, the animals and forest that were killed by King Lam, I didn't bring them back to life like how they were but instead gave them a new life. I created them again but fastened their growth phase, so that's why they looked the same." Wanda explained and watched how all of them understood her, albeit looking unsure. "And...revival means bringing back someone to life. For example, if you die, I can bring you back to life." Gwen shurgged and then heard loud collective gasps from everyone around.

Sunflower added. “Confidence and having the ability to…” Rose’s speech was cut short by a deafening explosion. She quickly cast her eyes to the source of it and was stunned. For the large sword of the water giant conjured had been broken! And there was a figure air walking towards the giant’s head with a serene expression on his face. “You were saying?” Sunflower smiled gleefully. Rose only shook her head and took a step back. As long as the boy was fine, nothing mattered. Not even her own pride.

A single flower, silver white, growing directly in the center of the scorched earth where my mother had fallen, its petals bright against ash that should have killed anything attempting to grow there for years, if not decades. "Kieran." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Look." He followed my gaze and went utterly still, staring at the flower with the same disbelief I felt spreading through my own chest. "That should not be possible," he said quietly. "Nothing grows in soil this scorched. Not this fast. Not ever, from what I understand of fire like this." I reached toward it carefully, fingers hovering just above the delicate petals without touching them yet, feeling a familiar hum b

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Mine didn’t. All I saw was fire. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t staring at tile or blood or the faces of traitors. I was looking at a ceiling I didn’t recognize. The air smelled of expensive cologne and leather. My body felt… wrong. Heavier. Larger. My hands my hands were bigger, calloused, with veins running like rivers beneath tanned skin. Panic clawed at my throat. I stumbled to my feet, caught sight of a mirror across the room

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.

When I opened my eyes again, I didn't immediately realize I had been reborn. I only noticed that the pain was gone. "Quit spacing out!" A sharp voice snapped me back. A rescue worker leaned out from the vehicle, looking impatient. "We can fit one more! Get in or die out there!" Closest to the door was my fiancé, Oliver. His gaze flickered between me and his first love, Lina. After a long, agonizing moment, he finally reached out a hand toward me.