Reborn As Spider Man Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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!

The ship had sailed. I felt like a desperate bitch. My phone vibrated. Lately, I felt excited when it did because no one had ever tried to remember calling me at this time. When I looked at the screen, it was not who I expected it to be. FORREST: Did you get home safe? I rolled my eyes before I typed my reply. NO. Why do you even care? I was dragged by a gargantuan spider in the alley, bit me, and imprisoned me with its gross and sticky web. Now, I’m dying. Lonely. And it’s all because of you.

Like he’d done this a thousand times. He turned toward the door. “Wait,” I blurted, the chain jerking when I tried to sit up. “Let me make a deal with you.” Dante didn’t even slow. “You’re not in the position for deals.” “I don’t care,” I snapped. “You seem paranoid about someone finding you and your charge. I’m not that person.” His back stayed to me, broad shoulders framed by the lantern glow. “But…” I swallowed, forcing the words out. “I was reborn. Whether you believe it or not. And I’d be a fool to remain the same. A girl with no inkling or control of her life.”

I don't want to end up trusting someone and then have my trust betrayed the one thing that I don't want and I don't want to do things for the sake of doing an answer to break off my engagement with my ex-fiance because I don't want to have food you don't feel I wanted to know that the feelings I had were real and that we did happen. Recovery gives you time to get everything you need to get in order and when it happens with your memory it's like a movie of your life. When you wake up you become reborn again but you don't have empire you're still human that's the dumb part because it would be so cool if I woke up and I was a vampire because apparently when they are reborn they remember everyth

“You’d better give me a very good reason.” I took a deep breath. I contemplated telling him that I had been reborn, and I knew certain key events of the past, but I didn’t know how believable that would sound to him. “I have the ability to see glimpses of the future.” The words tasted strange on my tongue. It was a blatant lie, but I didn’t care. His expression didn’t change. “I can help you become the Alpha King,” I continued evenly. “In exchange, I want you to make me second only to you.”

“You can hear them if they accept you.” John slowly looked at her belly, then at her face, and Vera could see the exact moment his fear shifted into something close to loyalty. A pregnant woman with talking unborn children, healing food, a former queen in exile, and a plan to take over the garbage sector should have sounded like madness. But his core was recovering, his hands had stopped shaking, and for the first time in months, he could imagine his wife and child getting better.

“It’s Maya you’re talking to…” For a few seconds, her touch felt like it burned. With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I yanked my arm free. “Stay the hell away from me!” She stumbled backward and hit the floor with a loud thud that echoed across the rink. The other girls slapped their hands over their mouths, gasping. “What the hell is wrong with you, Aria?” Her voice broke with fake pain. “Why are you acting so strange?” I’m acting strange because I’ve been reborn and I know all your tactics. I wished I could say it out loud, but I only hissed through clenched teeth.

The water rushed into her lungs, filled her inside and she gradually sank to the bottom of the silent and endless sea. Before her eyes closed forever, she prayed to God to let her start over. If she were to do it again, if she could be reborn in a new life, she would change everything. She would stay away from these bad people who just used her like an ugly doll. And if that, she would find him. Christopher Harris. How could she recognize too late that she loved him, when in the darkest moment of her life, he came like the only light and treated her like a true woman needed to be treated.

Every heartbeat of this new Thalia, every shallow breath she draws today, is paid for with the constant, searing agony that crawls up my spine through this cursed mark. ​Perhaps to Thalia this is merely her second life, but I have been reborn three times—and finally, in this third cycle, I have her. I orchestrated her death in the second life so she could be reborn in conditions I could control. I manipulated every thread of her fate until she was cornered, until she had absolutely no escape but into my arms. It was cruel, yes. I know. ​But every second of the pain I feel in my spine is a bargain, a small price to pay to see her breathe once more.

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.