Reborn Fantasy Dolls Novels & Stories

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

(DARK INTEREST) “BORN without a soul. Created by the materials of ceramic and glass. A lifeless doll at first, that is gifted by life from the person that she once calls her father. The beautiful doll that was gifted to a princess, who ends up wishing to be her daughter.” Reading a book that is just like any other peculiar ones that she owns. Emie is taking notes of the past and life of one of them. “North, east, south, and west.”

She put the name at the darkest corner of her mind and hoped to never remember it again. One can only become a Reborn when one is dying. The brains of humans is said to be alive some minutes before it dies with the body. The brain is, therefore, transferred into an artificial body. The memories, thoughts and freewill remain with the Reborn when they are woken.

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”

The crystal, the very thing that it took to break the rebirth curse, was allowing Maria and my mother to be reborn as infants. But it didn’t feel like a curse this time. It felt like a blessing. I pressed my free hand to my belly, feeling the slight swell there that hadn’t been present before. Two souls. Two daughters. Maria and Lilith, reborn. Would they keep their memories, I wondered? Another pulse of awareness shot through me. No. They would not keep their memories. But that was okay. It was better that way. “Ella?” Dr. Evelyn’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Are you alright?”

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.

nowhere. "Where are you taking them?" I asked one guard. "The Reborn need vessels," he said simply. "Young ones adapt better. Adults can be trained for service. The old..." He shrugged. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood. Derek's hand found mine, squeezing warning. Not yet. Not here. Inside, Bloodrose was breathtaking. Phoenix fire sculptures lit every corner, their light warm and golden but somehow wrong. Gardens bloomed with flowers that shouldn't exist—roses made of flame that never burned, trees with leaves of frozen fire. Beautiful. Terrible. Impossible.

"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."

that I rushed out and made a scene. To vent his anger on Sophie's behalf, he ruthlessly crushed my parents' company, forcing them into bankruptcy and driving them to jump to their deaths. I was dragged into a psychiatric hospital by him, forced to take medication, subjected to electric shocks, and beaten by the orderlies. Sophie Collins would occasionally come to see me, nestling in Ethan's arms and mocking me for being like a pathetic dog. In the end, I died on a bitterly cold winter night. That was why, from the very first day I was reborn, I began secretly planning to transfer the assets under his name.