Reborn Cleaning System Novels & Stories

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.

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.

"I'm fixing a problem for the Family! If the guests see a dead body, our reputation is ruined. Crushing it in that machine is the cleanest way to handle it!" "You absolute viper!" I glared at her, my teeth grinding together. Bianca hid behind Isla, poking her head out to make a face at me. "Stop screaming! You just want to use your dead baby to get sympathy and steal the Family's money! Bitch!" My heart bled. I whipped my head to Matteo, staring him down. "Get the baby out! Now!" Matteo glanced at the stinking compactor with utter disgust. He took a step back, afraid of dirtying his expensive leather shoes.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

"I'm sorry. Judy hasn't completed her onboarding yet. Please don't mind her behavior." With a wave of her hand, several burly security guards dragged Judy away. The manager turned back to me with a polite, embarrassed smile. I only nodded slightly and replied, my tone carrying a quiet hint of meaning. "If I were you, Ms. Kensington, I wouldn't hire such an emotionally unstable cleaner." She was no fool. She understood exactly what I meant. Smiling knowingly, she turned and whispered instructions to a girl from HR. Once we settled the arrangements for cleaning the villa, I stretched my arms and rubbed my wrist.

After Zina had left, Principal Hai suggested her memories be wiped, and charged Cruella with the responsibility of seeing it through since it was her mess they were trying to hide. “Can you be my assistant? Let me do a test run on you.” Cruella requested but Carly got off the bed immediately. “You want me to let you wipe my memories?” She asked word for word, not hiding her disapproval. “I will restore it, I just need to be certain it'll work—” “If you're not even sure, why use me as a scapegoat? What if something goes wrong and I never remember—” “Then Sebastian would help restore it.”. Cruella responded immediately with a pleading expression.

I can walk, and my hands and eyes are functional." As I pondered this miraculous transformation, the door to the room slowly creaked open, and in walked a man. A man I knew all too well, a man who had been my sworn enemy in my past life - River Cane, the alpha of the Red Breeder pack. My heart raced, and for a moment, I wondered if my rebirth had been some cruel trick orchestrated by my tormentors. But the look in River's eyes was different, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. He seemed to be as shocked as I was. "Annalise?" he uttered my name with a hint of disbelief. I nodded slowly, unable to find my voice. Memories of our bitter rivalry flooded back, and I couldn't forget how we had

"Dead? No, Alpha. I’m simply… elsewhere. And as for your success? Thank you." He gestured to the walls, to the pulsing veins of red nectar that had started to glow brighter than ever. "You didn't destroy the transmission system," Vance continued, his eyes twinkling with a terrifying, absolute confidence. "You calibrated it. Your bond, when pushed to that level of synchronization, provides the exact frequency needed to stabilize the mountain's core. You’ve just successfully initialized the Rebirth Chamber for the next decade of production." My blood ran cold. I looked at the floor, at the walls, at the ceiling—and realized the entire mountain was beginning to vibrate with a new, stronger rhyt

I was experiencing a splitting headache. I opened my eyes and looked around at my familiar home. It wasn't the street where I'd been beaten and cursed at, nor the damp, filthy prison I'd been scorned in. It was my home! "Simone, you're such a good person. If it weren't for you, I would've been beaten to death by Luke." That familiar fake voice rang out. I turned around to look, and there was Tricia Tate, standing in front of me with tears in her eyes. It was only then that I realized I had been reborn.