Novel & Cerita Reborn Fantasy Dolls

He questioned, His mind raced with questions, but he remained attentive, waiting for her to explain. Fiona took a deep breath, her eyes searching Scott's face for any signs of judgment. "A rebirth is someone who has lived multiple lives, reincarnating into different bodies throughout history," she explained. "In each lifetime, a rebirth retains the memories and experiences of her past lives, but their physical appearance and identity change."

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

When I opened my eyes, the dragon clan's envoy procession had already arrived. A piercing roar echoed from the horizon. Storm clouds churned. Several massive, pitch-black dragons tore through the sky, their armored riders perched upon their backs. The dragons exhaled a scorching breath, whipping up a blinding gale of dust. Everyone at Silvermoon Manor was on their knees, too terrified to lift their heads. My heart sank. Reality hit me: I had been reborn.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. Her lips curved. “You already know.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re not real.” She stepped closer, bare feet silent against the cold marble. “You think Rebirth was just a project name?” she asked softly. “It was a prototype. You were the first.” My heart stopped. “What are you talking about?” She tilted her head, studying me like a scientist would a lab rat. “You think you got away from the Marvells because they pitied you? You think you escaped because you were lucky?”

Julian shoved her away, his eyes still locked on me. A look of desperation filled his eyes. "Elara..." his voice became low, pleading. "I really know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance? This life, I swear I'll do right by you. I won't make the same mistakes again." My heart skipped a beat. This life? Did he just say "this life"? Was Julian... also reborn? Did he remember everything from our past life? As I stood there, stunned, the family's security team arrived. They quickly subdued Julian and his men.

Within its confines, a story was unfolding—a tale that would one day shake the balance of the underworld and the lives entangled in it. The figure stirred, weak and scarred, the faint scent of antiseptic mingling with the earthy aroma of the mountains outside. Weeks of uncertainty had passed since a daring rescue pulled her from the inferno that had consumed her previous life. Though her body bore the marks of fire, the ember of determination in her soul remained unextinguished.

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

Daffodil’s hollow scream faded into silence as his voice box became marrow. The newborn Reaper remained still for a moment, and then it stood. Its muscles were as clearly defined as before, if not more so, but all that had been flesh was now strong white bone. It had ball-and-socket joints like a doll, and appeared just as soulless. As Mr. Cillian rose from the floor, I noticed that his face had attained many wrinkles, as though he had aged a decade.