Reborn Doll Heartbeat Novels & Stories

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

Then Thump, Stronger, Slower, Unmistakably real. Adrian’s breath hitched. No. Not real, Not yet. Not after everything. But the sound came again. Thump. Thump. A heartbeat, Not mechanical, Not simulated but Alive. The Return of Flesh Inside the tank, the body moved. Not violently. Not like before. But with something quieter. Intentional. The chest rose—slowly, unevenly at first—then deeper, fuller, as though something ancient and powerful was relearning the act of breathing.

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

His breathing was shallow, almost matching mine. The tech moved the wand slowly, pointing things out. “There’s Baby A... strong heartbeat. One hundred and forty eight beats per minute. Looking good.” The tiny flutter filled the room and I let out a shaky breath. But then she moved to the other side and paused. My stomach dropped. “What?” Damon asked immediately, voice sharp. “What is it?” Carla didn’t answer right away. She kept scanning, pressing a little firmer. The tension in the room got so thick I could taste it. I stared at the screen, trying to make sense of the gray shapes, praying I wasn’t seeing what I thought I was seeing.

We both died in the crash. I never imagined that death would bring me back. And watching her now—clutching her own child, smug and gloating—I understood instantly. She had been reborn too. Even with my husband shouting at her, she showed not a hint of fear. She had always been adored by our parents, and with her husband spoiling her too, she grew up willful and unchecked. Maybe it was the rebirth—or the presence of her child—that gave her even more confidence. She scoffed.

Mary, you know, in our previous life, I waited until my dying day and never saw that bracelet! Because the moment Scarlett laid eyes on it, she had demanded it for herself. I sighed softly and placed a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "Don't dwell on it. It's all in the past. Do you have the passbook?" "Of course I do! This time, if they think they can spend my money, they're dreaming." Rachel looped her arm through mine. Her eyes, once dulled and lifeless in our last life, now glittered faintly, like stars in the sky.

The assistant was so scared that he almost bit his tongue and obediently shut up. X House Complex Alan lived alone, Diana knew that. Instead of going home, she ran to Alan's door first thing and waited for him to come back. She was scared. She was afraid that Alan really didn't want her anymore. If even Alan didn't want her anymore, she didn't know what was the point of her reborn for this life. Alan arrived home at 12:00 at night. He got down from the car, his figure was slender and good-looking, even better than a model to match the clothes.

She turns to me smiling. "Everything is okay Mr Hale. Apart from the bruises on her face, she is fine." I am too shocked to respond. I guess I haven't gotten used to the idea of being a father. Aella is equally quiet, she has refused to look at me since I came in. "Let me show you something." Aella and I look at the monitor of the machine immediately. I am too stunned to speak, too overwhelmed to breathe. I let go of Aella's hands, moving closer to the screen. It is my child's heartbeat, and it is perfect.

Roxanne's POV Before I was reborn, I already knew that my time was limited. Once I resolved Stefano's regrets, I would return to my own world. The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself still at the bottom of the sea. All I could see was pitch-black darkness as seawater flooded my nose. People all around were shouting my name, and the onlookers on the shore weren't indifferent either. They were all reaching out and straining in my direction.

No protector to stand between me and the machine that wants to consume my soul. I raise my trembling, blood-stained hand and press it slowly against the fabric of my shirt, resting my palm flat over my lower stomach. Beneath my fingertips, beneath the scarred synthetic flesh and the human skin, I feel it. A tiny, faint, undeniable pulse. It is a steady, rhythmic thrum, completely independent of my own failing heart rate, beating with a pure, unadulterated life that refuses to surrender to the dark.