Reborn As Homelander Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Panic and fear flickered in his eyes when he looked at me. "I don't want her, Grandma," Jonah said while pointing at me, his tone making it clear that there would be no room for compromise. "I want Rose Stenson to be my personal bodyguard." Chaos erupted in the room. I burst into laughter as I took in the urgency in Jonah's eyes. It turned out that he had also been reborn. In our past lives, when Emily chose me to be Jonah's personal bodyguard, he had simply stood on the sidelines and silently accepted her decision.

“Kara? Kara? Why is he the one talking on your behalf? Did you loose your tongue from taking the pill to prevent you from getting pregnant?” “Dad. You knew?” My heart broke all over again. Before my rebirth, the only wrong he was guilty of was turniya blind eye whenever I was treated harshly and treating Serena and I very differently. “So what if I knew? Your mother was only trying to help. Don't hold it against her and come home. Stop this childish nonsense at once.” “If a girl gets married, she stays with her husband. My case isn't going be any different.” “Married? Who married you off? I'm still alive and I haven't given my blessings yet.”

Elias turns to her class’s teacher. “I’ll be taking her home today.” The teacher stammers, nodding far too quickly. Elias looks back at Sheraphina. “Let’s go.” The entire school watches them leave together. Lucinda’s nails dig into her palms. And somewhere deep inside, a dangerous switch flips. Selena receives her visitor: Riker Carroway—her old lover, now an underground fixer. He smirks. “You called me back quickly.” Selena leans forward, desperation sharpened into ambition.

I thought of my past life, tortured to death in a rival family's basement, and when I looked at Veronica and Marco, the cold in my eyes could've frozen hell. I pulled up the photos my private investigator had sent me and held my phone high. "Veronica. Marco. You two make me sick. I really have to ask, how are you both still breathing after the filthy things you've done?" Their faces went white. Marco lunged forward to see what was on my screen. Veronica, on cue, welled up and turned to my father with her best wounded‑puppy look. "Darling... I apologized to Irene. But she still won't forgive me. She's wishing me dead."

‘This outfit,’ she mumbled before panicking. “What’s the date today?” she asked, eagerness and panic in her tone, causing the man to frown. However, he soon concluded that maybe she didn’t know the date, as she was from the countryside. “Sixth of April two thousand and fifteen,” the driver said, staring at Tracy. He saw the shock and disbelief on her face. Tracy pinched her arm so hard, then yelped out in pain. She looked out of the car and saw the environment. She hurriedly walked out. “I was reborn twenty years ago when I was brought back to the Grants family,” she mumbled in disbelief.

My eyes widened. "She is moving in." He finalised. "I sent five million to your account... That should be enough to start a new life." He said, turning to leave. I held his hand. "Lucas..." He paused, looking back at me. For a second, I searched his eyes for affection... For pity. Maybe he still felt something, and yes, I saw something. But neither of things that I wanted. Instead, what I saw were hate and disgust. Still, I didn't give up. I couldn't. This wasn't about me anymore, but my unborn child. I couldn't allow myself to end up on the street. We can't.

How could you have the heart to drag her down into your gutter? He didn't stop, his voice echoing down the hallway. "You took her to that bar where she drank that roofied cocktail and got assaulted, and she ended up pregnant. Her reputation is ruined! Do you have any idea what that kind of trauma does to her? "Every time you had an abortion, Brenda was the one holding your hand! When you got in deep with loan sharks, Brenda bailed you out! She has been nothing but a loyal friend to you, so why won't you just leave her alone?

The same love I kept on denying and calling it friendship and pushed him away? Theo looked at him with patient eyes, waiting for me to speak up.. When I didn't, he just held me tighter.. I sighed feeling his warmth.. We'll see what happens next.. But I can't lie to him and hurt him anymore.. "I am reborned.. I know it sounds crazy but it's true.. " I felt him stop breathing for a moment before kissed the back of my head for me to continue.. "I already lived my life and saw my tragic end.. And also saw the people who caused it.. I was too naive to not see through their intentions.. But this time, I won't be this naive.. I'll take revenge from them.. I'll make them pay heavily.. "

The soil recovered incrementally. All of it real. All of it his to work with, regardless of whether the novel had predicted it. He stood and walked to the field where soil had turned from grey to brown. It was darker now, more brown than grey, spreading beyond the initial recovery zone as the grid's redistribution continued. A month ago he had been reading a w******l in Seoul, falling asleep with a story about a villain's forgotten son who died in Chapter 3. Now he was that son, reincarnated, operating in a world that resembled the novel but was not identical to it, building something that the novel had never described because the novel had never imagined he would survive long enough to buil

His expression was almost too excited to hide. "Read the headlines. The real show is just getting started." I looked at the paper. The front page showed a woman in black gloves, standing on a cargo ship, her profile sharp as a blade. The bold text read: The Widow Returns: Mysterious Arms Dealer Declares War on the Underworld. I stood up, a jolt of excitement running through me. It was the figure that haunted my dreams night after night. Mom was alive. She was really back!