Reborn Bottles Novels & Stories

Back at the bookstore, the rest of my classmates were still casually sipping the tea my mother, Dayana Hydem, had brewed for them. When they saw me walk back in, their eyes glinted with amusement and disgust. "We have leverage on you now, Justin. If you dare snitch about the app, your little secret gets out." So, they were all in on it. I clenched my fists and forced the words through my teeth. "I don't give a damn whether you use AI for your applications or not." "Good. We're adults now. We don't need those old-fashioned parents meddling in our business."

Which is kind of weird? "Too hasty Aurken, I just gave you an overview for you to understand, the third type I mentioned, which is being reborn with half of one's original age consume, can also drain one's necro if the necro of a reborn is not enough. So talented reborn of this class is because being able to provide the necessary amount of necro in their reborn state, means they have massive amounts of necro." A voice from a seemingly old man. "So basically, what you're trying to say doc is-"

In my past life, Mom and Dad force me to jump into a freezing lake to fish out the necklace Ramona Stone, their adopted daughter, dropped. I end up running a 104-degree Fahrenheit fever, lying in bed barely conscious, while my whole family flies off to Solara for a vacation just to cheer Ramona up. I call Mom, trembling and barely holding on, only to be met with impatience. "Ramona is finally in a better mood, Harper. Do you really have to be so inconsiderate? You should just take some medicine yourself." I have no choice but to drag my weak body downstairs to look for medicine. I accidentally fall down the stairs and lose my life. I open my eyes and find myself back on the first day of

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

“These two bottles are the samples from Rebirth and MN Inc., respectively. Mr. Hall, please try them and see if there’s any difference.” Lily raised her hands high so everyone present could see the bottles she was holding. “So what if there’s a difference or not?” Nathaniel narrowed his eyes slightly. Then he continued disapprovingly, “Even the judges said the scents and the ingredients are alike. What will charade this prove?”

Maxina Heart wasn't the McDonald's family's biological daughter. Their real daughter was long gone. She died at the hands of the human traffickers. Maxina shared the same name as their daughter, which was unlucky from the start. She had been with the traffickers for as long as she could remember. She didn't know her real parents. A year ago, the McDonald family mistakenly took her for their daughter and brought her home. Maxina wanted to see if they were worthy of the girl who was dead because of their mistake. They weren't. Maxina Heart died at the end of that year because her friend's family chose Karen, an adopted daughter who replaced the real Maxina. Now, she's back, and she

I had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

And beneath that, a single line of prophecy: “When the moon is fractured and the red eye returns, she will rise again, unfinished, unyielding, unforgiven.” Aria’s hands shook. Her breathing turned shallow. She’d created this. She had sealed her own soul’s return, through magic older than the packs, deeper than the moon’s cycles. She wasn’t just reborn. She had engineered it. The scroll darkened in her hands, the silver ink turning black. Then without warning it disintegrated into ash and vanished into the wind. “Why did it do that?” she asked, voice hollow. Maelin’s expression was grim.

I knew that he resented me for letting Wendy discover what happened between us that night. If Wendy had remained clueless about us, she would never have left. At that point, I broke off from my thoughts. I brought Connor the antidote to the drug and some cold water. After helping him with the pill, I put a cold compress on him. After all, in the previous timeline, he had sacrificed himself to save me. I had to pay him back for that. “Where’s Wendy?” The antidote and cold water had helped him regain some of his senses.