Reborn As A Big Mouth Flower นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her eyes, once dulled and lifeless in our last life, now glittered faintly, like stars in the sky. "Mary," she said with sudden, fierce determination, "let's go. Let's carve out a wider world for ourselves."

He wasn’t just speaking metaphorically. He knows the past life. The way he said again wasn’t hypothetical. He knew. He remembered me dying.. My hands trembled as I stared at him. “You… you know?” I whispered. He froze. His eyes widened slightly. For a moment, he looked like someone who had been exposed, stripped of every secret. The wind howled between us. The ocean crashed below. The world felt unreal. “I…” he swallowed hard. My voice shook. “You’re also reborn, aren’t you?”

After being reborn, whenever I felt myself getting irritated, my first instinct was to solve things with violence. Back when I was still trapped in that house, I'd fight fire with fire, using aggression to counter Lucy's extreme sensitivity and endless crying. It worked surprisingly well. But after I escaped and moved into my college dorm, I realized something was wrong. The dorm was peaceful. No one cried nonstop and pushed me to the edge. Yet, I still had bad days, like when I couldn't solve a homework problem. The moment my mood soured, I'd want to hit something to let it all out.

I just opened the book and started reading. I saw the blood orchid on the first page. It turns out to be one of the rare flowers, but I don't agree on just calling it rare. The ability of the flower that will make any animal big whenever it was eaten—rareness is an understatement. This is more like a forbidden flower. I saw many flowers there that I have never seen in my whole life. There is a flower that is intoxicating, there is a flower that increases libido...or they call it an aphrodisiac. There is a flower that eats people.

While Tom focused, I could see his yellow aura starting to manifest around him, and as it did, the aura began to flow down his arm and go into the flower. All the aura slowly surrounded the flower, and as it flowed into it, it slowly returned to life. The once almost completely dead flower was as alive and vibrant as if it had only just been picked. Finally, Tom opened his eyes and handed the flower to me. I smiled at him, "Thank yow, Awster!" After I received it, I couldn't stop staring at the flower, 'That was amazing. How did he manage to bring this flower back to life?' Crimson noticed me admiring the flower, "You must really love your flowers, huh? We should visit the greenhouse more of

The others had bite marks on their right arms, while Mitch had his on his lips. I turned when the door opened, watching as the doctor closed it and approached me. “Good morning, Luna,” he greeted with a smile. “Good morning.” He turned to look at them before facing me once more. “Their bodies cannot heal at a fast pace because of the flower they sniffed. They would —” “Flower? What flower?” “The blood mountain flower,” he replied, checking the chart in his hand. “From the amount detected in their bloodstream, they seemed to have inhaled a lot. They are lucky, though. By drinking their blood, they could keep sane. Else, it would have been an entirely new problem.”

~RIYA The land where the Seer had fallen was now unrecognizable. Where once there were crumbling ruins and scorched earth, soft moss had begun to grow. Wildflowers bloomed in colors I’d never seen before—silver-petaled moonbells, deep violet lilies that shimmered when touched by light, and golden vines that curled lovingly around fallen stone. Each flower carried its own magic, whispering secrets in the breeze, singing lullabies to the earth. It wasn’t just beauty—it was healing. It was life, reborn from pain.

I wiped my tears away and straightened my back, forcing myself to look composed. “So, I’ll leave you in the past, too.” Then, I turned and walked away. As I passed the largest painting in the gallery, I paused. Its title was ‘Rebirth.’ In the painting, a girl ran freely under the sunlight, her back turned to the viewer, and the girl was Jane. However, in the lower right corner, almost hidden, was a small cluster of white flowers. They were lilies. Ethan once told me I was the only flower in his barren life. Now, those flowers had become nothing more than roadside decoration—something to be trampled without a second thought.

And so I said nothing. And then she was gone. Her death broke me. I drowned myself in liquor, in regret, in useless rage. Up until the day of her funeral. That day, I saw her body lying cold in her simply designed coffin, and I noticed the faintest discoloration around her throat. Bloodpetal. The deadly flower that rots a wolf from the inside out. Someone had poisoned her. That had snapped me out of my haze. I started digging, clawing at the truth with Lucas at my side.

He couldn't code himself, so someone was hired to code everything according to his instructions. Flattery kept pouring in. He began living the high life, carefree and unbothered. Nancy felt like she had finally made it. She even got engaged to Chester. When the assistant brought over all the recent CCTV footage of Chester at Watch Group, I noticed that he texted someone on his smartwatch every night. I zoomed in on the conversation and realized they were communicating via Morse code. The other party was saying that they planned to steal again next week. It seemed Chester wasn't about to give up just yet.