Reborn In Another World Novels & Stories

For years, they lived under assumed names and were constantly hunted. Only in recent years did they finally walk away from that life for good and retire, living in seclusion. The USB drive contained all the information about my parents. I was planning to destroy it in one go. I couldn't even imagine the consequences if it ever got out! "I can trace the money back. There are a few terms I need to negotiate with the bank's person in charge, so get them here first." This time, I would never repeat the mistakes from my last lifetime. I would never save a dog that would betray me again.

If she gets her wolf side and goes back, she'll never see them again. She'll obviously get a mate in Greenville but Swayer would think something happened to her if she just disappeared like that. She might just have to tell her about Greenville and her powers now before that happens. “Swayer, don't take this seriously but what if there was another world, different from this one and there were people living in it with special abilities. Would you like to go there?” she asked carefully. “What do you mean by special abilities? Like witches or vampires?” “Yes and werewolves too. It's cool right?” Cruella asked excitedly.

Her bony face looked extra pale from fear, the scar on her forehead even more appalling. Gilbert stared sullenly at her, gritting his teeth with hatred. "You think I won't recognize you after you change your name, your voice, and even your appearance? Heck! Let me tell you, even if you turn into ashes, I can still find you." His eyes were filled with hatred, just as they were five years ago. The ruthlessness in his voice was such that he could not wait to cut her into pieces. 'Is he really that disgusted with me, so much so that he won't allow me to live in this world for a second? What exactly have I done wrong? I have absolutely done nothing wrong.

"You'll build an empire. Nott Designs will rise from the ashes of everything Brock destroyed. You'll create jobs. You'll mentor young designers. You'll prove that success doesn't require cruelty. That you can build something beautiful without destroying others." "You'll help thousands of survivors. The Reborn Foundation will give hope to people who thought hope was dead. Your story will save lives. Your pain will have purpose. Your trauma will become transformation. Not just for you. For everyone who comes after." I paused. This next part was the hardest to write. The hardest to say. "So maybe everything happens exactly as it should. Maybe you needed to be broken to understand how to rebuild

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.

My breath hitched, my chest tightening as if my heart might break through it. There was no time to think. I grabbed Andrew's phone, woke the screen, and turned it toward them. "Of course, he has a family. Look." A small, bright photo filled the display, a family of three smiling at the camera. Andrew looked younger, enough to place it years back. The child stood out immediately, with his pale skin and white hair. In my last life, I learned later that Andrew's son had a rare genetic condition. He couldn't afford treatment, and the boy died at six.

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

Phoebe There is a white albino crow watching me from the tree outside the window. Its eyes are too intelligent to belong to a simple bird, and my heart races. Could it be Adrian? He had the power to turn into different animals and stop time. It would make sense that he is watching me - after our last meeting, I’m sure he is more than curious about me.

Blackie’s shard shook within Noah’s chest, “Hear me out! It’s all related!” “Oh?” Noah glared into empty space, waiting for an explanation, “I’m listening.” “When we were working on the whole worldborn project, we quickly and wisely realized that your high specs would cause endless troubles.” Blackie paused to light a candle in his heart for the several batches of worldborn who were either still in therapy or so damaged that the only thing that could be done is to send their poor unfortunate souls through reincarnation. Blackie cleared his virtual throat, “So we thought long and hard about how to solve the issue most effectively–”

"I was so lost when I was reborn. It took a few days for my memories to return. In my confused state, I defeated monsters in the forest, and before I knew it, I had made friends with the villagers living here." I breathe a laugh. "The villagers treat you like their god." "Yes, but you shouldn't tell them your real identity—they would murder you without a second thought." My eyes face the ground. "So you know what I am then..." Azrael is silent for a while before his voice goes soft. "This world is healing on its own—it will take time, but it will happen. You shouldn't feel guilty for living." I try to swallow the lump in my throat but fail. "Do you have any clue why this world is so similar