Novel & Cerita Reborn For Revenge

Reborn Carolyn will fight and rise above all the rejection. Tbc...

"I've never been cheating your back. The secret that has been bothering me is according to what Haytham said. From the start I wanted to tell you about this. But, I'm sure you won't believe it." "That means you're not Jazzlin? Then who are you?" He was staring at me strangely, "So far, our togetherness is just a fake?" He shook his head, "Tell me all of you said, is all lies!" "It's not a lie. I'm Janielle not your Jazzlin. I don't know how, but this is the reality. I was reborn after the accident, the day Jazzlin did her suicide attempt." I paused, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Jake or Ronald!"

Hailey looked at the man silently. His eyes were light blue, and when her gaze met his, she felt her soul sucked in by the intensity of it. It was like a whirlpool pulling her in, leaving her in a daze. Hailey found herself blurting out the first thing that came to mind. "I have died before. And I was reborn."

“This world, chaotic as it is, needs someone with your resolve. Stay. Take the mantle I offer, and you will have everything you need to reshape your destiny.” Her response was a single, unyielding nod. She had no intention of returning to the world above—not yet. Not until she was ready to face the demons that had driven her here. But deep within her, a fire smoldered, waiting to blaze anew. --- One night, the compound’s surveillance team intercepted footage of the infamous Natalie appearing at a gala, arm-in-arm with the billionaire she had once trusted. The sight filled her with a quiet rage, her jaw tightening as she clenched her fists. Memories of betrayal flooded her mind, mingling with

ended up being pushed away. He's too good for me. While I... all I was thinking when the moment I had been reborn because of the deal he had made with the moon goddess, was all nothing but revenge. Revenge. Manipulation. Curses. Cowardice. Hate. Anger. All of the negative energy that human emotions have, has all been experienced by me since the moment that I had been reborn. There were no positive emotions that I had in my heart at those times. It was all filled with negativity.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

He rested his forearms on his knees and let his head hang forward while he took deep and ragged breaths. The freezing rain washed the dark soot from the broad planes of his face. I looked away from his sharp jawline and let my gaze fall down to his hands. A fresh wave of horror crashed over me and forced the breath right out of my lungs. The man who ordered my execution five years ago just sacrificed his own body to save my family. His large hands were grotesquely burned by the enchanted green fire. The thick leather of his royal gloves had melted straight into his skin during the rescue.

And not when I discovered something else. This wasn't all about grief. This was about rage. Rebel wasn't just broken. She was sharpening herself into an instrument of revenge. And someone would pay.

It wasn’t love, certainly not that, but it was something, and I hated it. I hated that my life had become so twisted, so complicated. I hated that the people I thought I could trust had betrayed me in the worst possible way. And I hated that, despite all of it, part of me still longed for things to go back to the way they were before. But I wasn’t that naive girl anymore. I couldn’t afford to be. I had made a vow to myself when I was reborn—to get revenge, to make Emerson and Lila pay for what they did to me. And I wasn’t about to let emotions or guilt or anything else get in the way of that.

Do I want him to? Let's not just think about it. This Lysander might be different, but revenge was the reason I got reborn… I had pleaded with the God who helped me, for a second chance to avenge myself and my parents. I couldn't afford to let everything go to waste just because this one is different. I — A gasp left my lips when he grabbed me by the hips. He flipped me over and turned me around so that my face was smack against the table. He didn't hurt me, though. He was as gentle as he could, but I just….