Reborn Fantasy Dolls Novels & Stories

Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out. “I’m sorry but after I was poisoned not too long ago, I don’t remember much.” I said. It was true though. After the poisoning, the real Sayori died and I was reborn as her. Yukio stood up from the bed and spoke to his servant. After a while, he came back to talk to me.

"That's that internet-famous family, right? I heard their parents favor the daughter and treat the son like crap." "Yeah, Emma made headlines recently. She ran naked on the streets. Can you believe it?" "That's nothing. I heard she's violent and sleeps around." "Gross. No way I'm voting for her." The insults kept flooding the live chat. Just then, the judge's gavel sounded sharply. The judge on the platform announced solemnly, "The rebirth trial begins now. The applicants presented charges of parental disrespect, assault, and murder. "The public will vote to determine whether you are guilty. If convicted, you will face immediate brain death on the spot. Defendants, do you have anything to sa

Well, now something is reborn within me. Let my hope blaze, sweet invisible light, Now it shall burn with flames, Within the eternal night, Its heat shall burn bright with a will nothing will ever tame And if I fall or rise, I will do it on my own. “I need these glamour potions and the smell inhibitor again. I have to become a new person, Stine, with a new appearance, scent everything. I was ready to once again be reborn and this time nothing would make me fall.” The angel of revenge is back and she wants flames/fire.

Is there any problem? I gasped and covered my mouth using my palm. “No- no way”. I muttered and fell to my knees. Suddenly, I felt goosebumps all over my body, as I realized that I had been reborn a year ago. I had truly been reborn. It wasn't a dream. But, it was real. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stared at my hands. My fingers were long, slim, smooth, and were void of bruises. And my silver hair… it still shone so brightly, like the night moon itself.

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.

This time, it actually worked. I became bound to her. Anything that could harm her body would be transferred to me and amplified a hundred times over. In my last life, she used that power to become rich. But not long after I died, the flowers lost their effect. She was quickly replaced by other streamers, and her popularity crashed. With no other options, she started faking eating content, but obsessive fans exposed her. Some extreme followers kidnapped her and forced gallons of pepper-infused liquid down her throat. She died on the spot.

"Then, what is it? Don't you like this gift? Mom and Dad were worried you'd grieve for too long, so they had this custom-made overseas. Belle once said girls like these things." I lowered my head and wiped my eyes before looking at them gratefully. "No, I really like it. It's just as pretty as Isabelle. It just… reminded me of her." The moment I took the doll, I met those black, shadowy eyes again. It felt as if they were staring straight at me.

He knows exactly what that means, the color drains from his face, the dungeon, a place nobody speaks about, nobody wants to see. A place reserved for people unfortunate enough to earn my personal attention hidden beneath the mansion lies one of the oldest magical artifacts in existence. An Ancient Truth Revealer Shell, cruel and very much effective as it doesn't ask questions, it drags answers out of people, the shell traps victims inside the worst moments of their lives and their greatest fears, their deepest regrets, darkest memories again and again and again until their minds break. Then they talk, everyone talks eventually and nobody survives their own nightmares forever.

"I came back to visit my hometown, but I was ambushed along the way. On top of that, you had always said in your past life that after we got married, we would spend our honeymoon in Costa Solara. That's why I came back." Hearing this, I realized he had been reborn as well. Lucio studied my expression carefully before saying, "Have you been reborn as well? Otherwise, how could you have written Bella's name on the invitation back then?" I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I said coldly, "There is no need to dwell on the past. What's over is over. Take care of your health." As I turned to leave, Lucio called out after me, "What do you mean, 'no need to dwell on it'? After all this time, do y

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.