Reborn At Boot Camp Novels & Stories

I stepped forward to listen to him. Callum, looking desperate, said, “Moon, the truth is, I’ve been reborn. Everything I did before was for you, but it still didn’t stop all of this. “The only way we can have a perfect ending is if you’re with me. If I take over Fido Corp, everything will be right.” I was surprised when he confessed he was reborn, but what surprised me even more was that he still wanted to take over Fido Corp. I smiled and said, “I’ve been reborn too.”

And I was ready for whatever came next. The days that followed were spent recovering. Healing. Planning. The survivors were broken but determined. The infected were scattered but loyal. I was exhausted but alive. And I was ready. Ready for the next battle. The next fight. The next war. Because that was my purpose. That was my destiny. That was my reason for being reborn. I walked into the light. And I was ready for whatever came next. The Apex attacked again. I defended. We fought. We bled.

“You are too naive, Jareth. Aubrey was expelled from the Ministry of Females, she is no longer a Bearer. General Schubert wanted to see a Bearer loyal to the Righteous Regime and in love. That is not going to happen. It is over, for all of us.” “But General Schubert has no idea any of this happened and he doesn’t have to find out. The RR50 is in two months, you can still take Aubrey to the celebration for the general to see what a nice and loyal girl she is. We just need to convince Mother Addison to take Aubrey back and we can pretend this incident never happened,” I declare enthusiastically.

And when he looked at me, I saw something different in his eyes. Not just love. Not just pride. Something deeper. Recognition. Like he finally understood who I was. Who I’d become. And who I refused to be ever again. Because rebirth isn’t always soft. Sometimes it’s loud. Sometimes it’s war. And sometimes, it looks like a woman standing in the rubble of her past... Holding a microphone instead of a match. And telling the world: I remember. And I am not afraid.

And for the first time since the war, since the pain, since the chaos, everything felt like a beginning again. The device pulsed once more, sealing the new code. Mission Reboot: Live Happily.

He also promised me the best salary package. Being personally recruited by Felix was a huge honor. Within days, everyone in the city was talking about it. However, to Nancy, I was merely a lapdog who flattered Felix for money. I initially wasn't planning on accepting Felix's honor. In my past life, that so-called electronic asset vault didn't last long before it was breached. The lead hacker in charge of the tech didn't earn a single cent. On top of that, they became a target of the thieves and Felix. In the end, they died a horrible death.

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.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

" After my rebirth, the first thing I did was install a microscopic, independent cabin camera to preserve evidence. "What? An interior camera?" Brenda's face flushed with pure shock. She whipped her head around, glaring at me with raw hatred. "You set this up! You planted that camera on purpose!" I shrugged. "If you hadn't taken my car to drive drunk, my camera wouldn't have caught anything. You reap what you sow, Brenda." Losing her mind, Brenda lunged forward to strike me. One of the officers caught her arm and yanked her back. "This isn't a place for you to throw a tantrum. If you've got something to say, you can say it in the interrogation room."

… "Jocelyn! Get up. Otherwise, you'll be late for your mock exam today." My mom's voice snapped me back to the living. I opened my eyes and found myself back in my room as it had been when I was 18. My desk sat by the pale blue curtains, stacked with study notes. The walls were plastered with Elmshore University admissions brochures from past years. It was April 7, 2010, two months before the college entrance exam. Then it hit me that I had been reborn. Looking in the mirror, I saw a face with no sign of age. No wrinkles from years of depression or gaunt, sickly pallor from chemotherapy. Just long glossy hair, bright eyes, and a healthy body. Tears spilled down my face before I could stop th