Reborn Cleaning System Novels & Stories

“You’re something else, you know that?” Then, just before stepping into the bathroom, he reached toward the nightstand and picked up a slim white remote. He casually pressed a button…and like magic, the glass surrounding the bathroom fogged instantly, becoming completely opaque. “Wait, WHAT?!” Madison’s head popped out from under the blanket. “It blurs?!” Richard glanced at her smugly. “Of course it does. This is a five-star resort.” “You didn’t think to tell me that before I almost died of embarrassment?!”

A soft, wind like voice, whispered from above. The Moon Goddess! Sharon bowed her head in reverence. "Where am I?" She whispered. "In between worlds on your way to the afterlife child." Sharon's breath caught. "My Goddess you saw what they did to me. I am innocent of all I was accused of." "I know. Your heart is pure. What was done to you was unjust, that is why I am granting your wish and giving you the option of returning." "What?' Sharon exclaimed. "Yes. Rebirth. A second life in a new body. You will carry every memory of your betrayal, so that when the time comes you will make them pay."

I planned on returning a month ago but I was delayed by my pregnancy as it may harm my fetus. Yes, I'm pregnant, and I'm proud to admit that the child is Dawson's. I was happy when I found out about my pregnancy, and it was around that time that I decided to come back but due to the dangers of the road as it might harm my child, and I planned on returning in two months time when the fetus would be strong enough but I couldn't stop myself from returning as my parents are dead. “I won't take on any position if you don't include him in,” I added with a determined look on my face. It hurt me that Dawson is still being judged because of his identity as a rogue which I had promised wouldn't happen

Julian shoved her away, his eyes still locked on me. A look of desperation filled his eyes. "Elara..." his voice became low, pleading. "I really know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance? This life, I swear I'll do right by you. I won't make the same mistakes again." My heart skipped a beat. This life? Did he just say "this life"? Was Julian... also reborn? Did he remember everything from our past life? As I stood there, stunned, the family's security team arrived. They quickly subdued Julian and his men.

"I came back to visit my hometown, but I was ambushed along the way. On top of that, you had always said in your past life that after we got married, we would spend our honeymoon in Costa Solara. That's why I came back." Hearing this, I realized he had been reborn as well. Lucio studied my expression carefully before saying, "Have you been reborn as well? Otherwise, how could you have written Bella's name on the invitation back then?" I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I said coldly, "There is no need to dwell on the past. What's over is over. Take care of your health." As I turned to leave, Lucio called out after me, "What do you mean, 'no need to dwell on it'? After all this time, do y

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back." The quiet beeping of the machines filled the silence, steady and constant, a reminder of just how fragile he was. I took a shaky breath, pressing his hand against my cheek, my tears flowing freely as I whispered, “Meeting you… you’ve shown me who I am, what I want in life, what truly makes me happy.” I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of his hand on my face as if it could anchor me, ground me.

When I next woke up, my eyes had been covered. I could not see even the smallest pinprick of light. My hands and legs were bound. Pain radiated from my back. The rope that bound me was lifted. Then, my feet were submerged in icy water. The water rose, slowly enveloping my chest and head… I could not breathe. I could not even scream for help. Eventually, I was raised up again as I thrashed violently. I gulped in huge lungfuls of air and coughed so hard until I could not make any more noise. The person at the edge of the pool finally spoke up.

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.

In this vacuum, his heartbeat is the only source of gravity I have left. The white fractures. The basement bleeds back into existence, but the rendering is staggered. The server racks are jagged, their edges pixelating into static. The air tastes like scorched copper and ozone. Rebirth City has stabilized for now, but the floor is buried under a layer of fine, gray ash—the incinerated remains of the code Serena tried to purge. I pull my hand from the wall. The stone has lost its smoothness; it feels like coarse sand ready to collapse. I move toward the primary terminal, my boots making no sound on the floor. The silence rings, a high, thin whistle in my inner ear that signals a system crash.