Reborn For Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Revenge.” ‎

But I never saw the bitterness brewing beneath it all. It wasn’t until the day I died that the truth hit me. The fire tore through my skin, but all I could feel was the burning need for revenge. A vengeance so deep, it threatened to consume everything in its path. I wasn’t just given a second chance to make things right with Sebastian. I was given a second chance to destroy those who destroyed me. I was reborn through flames. And I will lay waste to them all. I lay down again, but I couldn't sleep.

Mother watched her with eyes wide open. - I am the woman who was reborn after her mate drowned her. Moon Goddess blessed me with immunity to the magic and other gifts. I was reborn to save my people and get revenge on those who hurt me. I thought I knew who I should blame for my suffering. But now I see that I was wrong all this time. - Katherine looked at the highest witch. Mother was watching her with utter shock. - Camille.- She whispered.

"Please, just let me go. I am not supposed to be here, Marcus. You don’t understand. I am not supposed to be alive!" I was hysterical. The air in the room felt like it was made of wool, clogging my throat. I shoved him, then pulled him back, my head spinning with the weight of two lifetimes. "I changed it!" I screamed, the words spilling out in a messy, frantic heap. "I changed the whole timeline! I brought back things that were meant to stay buried! I messed everything up... My dad, Erica, Michelle... it’s all me. I am the one who killed them. I was supposed to be dead in that basement! Why did I come back? Why did I come back just to watch everyone bleed?"

Not now. As I reached my room and closed the door behind me, I allowed a small, bitter smile to play on my lips. They didn't know the truth yet, but they would when I started biting them like bees. All of them would pay for what they did. Being transferred back in time had given me a second chance, and I intended to use it to exact the revenge they all deserved. This time, they would all face the consequences.

he whispered, and this time I heard him clearly. Baby? Is that what angels call people now? Wait…no. This isn’t right. I…I died. I felt the fall. I heard my bones break. I tasted blood. I made a wish for vengeance. So… how am I here? Can anyone survive that fall? Or… Did something hear me? Some entity? Some force that feeds on pain and revenge? If that was the price… if I was reborn for vengeance…then I would pay it. Gladly.

"Could it be... Could it really be... that I'm still alive? Have I truly been reborn?" Sigourney would live her life over again, one more time. This was not a dream. She had returned to six months ago-when she was at her most beautiful, most radiant, and had the strongest pillar of support in her husband. A faint smile curled on Sigourney's lips as she gazed thoughtfully out the window. This time, she would make them pay. Every ounce of suffering she endured in her past life-she would reclaim it all, with interest. A hundred, a thousand times over.

Inside was a jade necklace from an auction six months ago. I picked it up, rose to my feet, and slipped on my coat. “Evelyn, what’s going on? It’s late. Why are you heading out?” “Mom, I have something to do. I’ll be back soon.” I closed the door and headed to my car. I was no longer the same Evelyn from a few days ago. The naive Evelyn who still clung to hope for Harry was long dead. All that remained was the Evelyn consumed entirely by revenge.

And somehow, she had returned. Panic rose, but it didn’t last. Fear had no place here anymore. Trevon had thought he could end her, but the universe had other plans. She was alive, and this second chance came with a promise: this time, she would control her destiny. Stepping onto the streets, the city seemed to recognize her rebirth. Everything smelled sharper, brighter, more dangerous. Faces had changed, but the rhythm of the city hadn’t skipped a beat. And somewhere in the chaos, she would find her revenge—and maybe, a new kind of love.

Slowly, her eyes opened, and she stared at the ceiling above. “I was dead, right… so why am I in my room? Am I dreaming?” To confirm, she checked the date on her phone. The moment she saw it, her eyes widened in shock—had she gone five years back in time? The news on the TV showed the same date. Sia became certain that she had been reborn. She thanked God and made a promise to herself that this time, she would live for herself. She remembered how Ritu had come to her in anger today and troubled her, after which Sia had taken three or four sleeping pills in her room.