Reborn Eps 1 Romane & Geschichten

You can't listen to my brother all the time, let's go show the world that Rose Hawthorne has been reborn. I hesitated. I hadn't been in a club before, I was always a house girly but fuck it, I won't be a ghost from my past life. Then I remembered the therapist words. "Be whatever you weren't in your past, that's the only way true change can start." "Fine," I said, a surge of rebellion hitting me. "But if Derek finds out, I am telling him you kidnapped me."

As the jet took off, piercing through the storm clouds on its way toward Scotland, Gabriel finally began to speak. His voice came through the cabin intercom cold, flat, and devoid of any emotion. “Mavric, do you truly believe your father was some kind of hero trying to protect you?” Gabriel began, launching straight into a psychological assault. Julian Thorne created the Rebirth Programme not to save the world. He built it simply because he could never accept the reality of Catherine’s death. He intended to use Liora’s biometric data to implant Catherine’s memories into a new vessel.

"Isla isn't breathing anymore! It's your fault that our daughter has lost her mother at such a young age!" Felix Zane's roar ripped through the winter air as he knelt by my best friend, Isla Kingsley's drenched, ice-cold body lying motionless on the riverbank. The onlookers watched his grief-stricken display with pity in their eyes. If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. …

"Can you recover the money or not? Don't drag all of us down with you. If anything goes wrong, you can pay the price yourself." I shot him a sidelong look, finding something oddly off about his behavior. Everyone knew that my skills were top-notch. If even I couldn't recover the money, then we'd truly be finished. However, Chester acted as though he was terrified I'd recover the money. Besides, when I was trying to break through the firewall, the hacker's code seemed a little familiar. Yet, I couldn't figure out when I had encountered it before. "You should worry about saving yourself. Mr. Watch is investigating what happened earlier."

Even Ronnie, Jake and Poppy look like they’d fight the world at my side. “You don’t have to be alone in this,” Poppy says quietly. “You never will be again.” The knot in my chest loosens, just a little. Ronnie flips another page, his expression shifting into something tight and serious. “There’s one more thing.” Everyone tenses. Of course there’s one more thing. Ronnie looks at me. “Every time Eos was reborn… every time she awakened her Twiceborn… the world changed. It meant something was coming.”

That night, I'd overheard Derek talking to himself. At first, I'd wanted to figure out who he was talking to. Unexpectedly, a cold electronic voice suddenly echoed in my mind. It told me that it was Derek's system. But because I was the target receiving the transferred injuries, the moment I became aware of its existence, it automatically bound itself to me as well. At first, I was surprised, but then I considered the fact that I'd been reborn. Thus, the existence of a system didn't seem that far-fetched.

My gaze landed on the couch and I saw Isolde lying there unconscious but alive. What is going on? Didn't she die seven years ago? Didn't I just die? My hands began to shake as I grabbed a shattered phone beside me and through the screen I saw the year as 2025 This was seven years ago, the night it all began. I had been reborn! I tried to stand but my leg was crushed under a heavy boulder and I couldn't move. A loud crash echoed as the door was kicked open and Cassian rushed in looking younger.

He forced me to abort our baby but got another woman pregnant. I don't even know what to do. Where do I go? What do I do? “Haaaaaaaaaaa... Ahhhhhhhhhhh...!” My tears and screams echoed as I stood in the middle of the deserted road. It was silent except for the sound of the rain pouring down. I looked up at the heavens. I cursed the day I met Magnus Kalan, hoping for only one thing. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would never look at him twice. I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive.

"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.

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.