Reborn Doll Heartbeat Novels & Stories

Fast, rhythmic, strong. The heartbeat. Sebastian jerks like he’s been hit. His hand flies to his mouth, eyes wide. “That’s…” He swallows hard. “That’s the heartbeat?” The doctor nods again. “Healthy and strong.” Sebastian sags against the chair like the weight of the universe just knocked him over. He drags a hand down his face, then drops it, reaching out. Before I even realize what he’s doing, his hand settles gently over my stomach. It’s the softest touch. Barely there.

I fell to my knees beside him, my hands hovering over his chest. He wasn't breathing. "No," I choked out, the word a sob that tore through my chest. "No, you don't get to leave. You promised. You promised you'd find me in the silence." I pressed my ear to his chest, right over the place where the clockwork heart had lived. There was no ticking. No hum. No mechanical whirring of gears. But then, I heard it. Thump. A single, weak, terrifyingly human beat.

But at this moment, the men all kneeled on the ground as they started to pray, but their terrified eyes never left the figure that was in front of them. There, atop the grave which was now just a huge hole, the girl whom they just buried in it a while ago stood suspended in the air, unmoving. Her smudged makeup and violet hair made her appear out of this world. Her dirty and tattered form only added to her ghastly appearance. The distortion of space behind her flickered thrice, and on the third time, the quiet form suddenly gasped. It was as if she had ceased breathing previously, and had only taken air in after a long while— like a person who drowned and had just revived.

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.

It was also revealed that the prenatal report she had once flaunted before me was fabricated. When Austin uncovered the truth, his revenge was chilling. He hired thugs to brutally assault her. In her despair, she chose a path of the most extreme retaliation. Carmen arranged a meeting with Austin on the company rooftop to negotiate. During their heated argument, they both fell off the building. The police ultimately ruled it an accident. Meanwhile, I was already looking toward a new hope. A tiny life was growing inside of me. Richard had become a full-time stay-at-home husband, caring for me with unwavering devotion.

I blamed you for what happened, for the life I lost. Camille gasped after hearing that. She grabbed a buzzer to get a doctor as it was clear something terrible was happening to Katherine, but her hand stopped in the middle of the move when she heard another word. - I was reborn.- Alpha whispered. Those words were challenging but also so refreshing. - The Moon Goddess brought me back, giving me the chance to fix my mistakes. And I was doing good, knowing your moves, I could prevent them. Camille was watching her with the wide-open eyes. Was this possible? Was Katherine brought back to life?

I thought they said the dead doesn’t have any relationship with earthly things again, why the hell did I feel the alarm clock beneath my hands. My heart began to pound in my chest, with shaky hand I reached out again, immediately I brushed my fingertips against the cold metal surface, I recoiled instinctively as if burnt, shivers shot down my spine as I glanced around nervously, my breath coming in sharp and ragged intakes.

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 don't think you want to experience being gutted alive a second time." In that instant, her face and the face from my previous life became one. I looked into those merciless eyes, and my heart lurched with panic. She had been reborn too. The memory of that unbearable agony flooded back, and my whole body began to shake. "I'll sign," I said, my voice trembling. I held out my uninjured left hand. Senna smiled with satisfaction and pressed a pen between my fingers. Blood dripped onto the paper and spread in dark blooms as I scrawled my name in shaking, crooked letters. On the final stroke, I deliberately tore through the page.

To Vivienne. Boom. Boom. The heartbeat came from inside her chest.