Reborn In Her Own Skin Novels & Stories

The water rushed into her lungs, filled her inside and she gradually sank to the bottom of the silent and endless sea. Before her eyes closed forever, she prayed to God to let her start over. If she were to do it again, if she could be reborn in a new life, she would change everything. She would stay away from these bad people who just used her like an ugly doll. And if that, she would find him. Christopher Harris. How could she recognize too late that she loved him, when in the darkest moment of her life, he came like the only light and treated her like a true woman needed to be treated.

Even after all this time and even though she had tried to change herself a lot, she was still scared when she saw this man again, she involuntarily wanting to run away. Gilbert's expression was still cold, without any hint of warmth when he looked at her. As he stepped closer to her, she stepped backward. The first time she met him after she was reborn, she found herself at a disadvantage. She hated herself for her weakness. 'Why is it that in front of the Case family, I can be so light-hearted and confident, but in front of this man, I'm losing control?' As she backed up, the bend of her legs hit the edge of the bed, and she fell on the bed. The scene of him forcing himself on her and humil

“Just listen.” “You said you’ve already been shot. Fine. So be it.” I swallowed. “Then that Leila is dead.” She stared at me. “You have to be reborn,” I continued. “A new Leila. Okay? Reborn. Stronger. Braver. Alive.” Her struggles slowed. She looked up at me. “A… new Leila?” she asked weakly. I nodded. “Yes. A new Leila.” “A new Le—” She didn’t finish.

And so I stayed. Maybe it was the mate bond. Maybe guilt. But my soul refused to leave him. I thought that was it—forever stuck in limbo. Watching. Waiting. Then came the Blood Moon. Its crimson light wrapped around me like silk, igniting something ancient. Something sacred. My soul began to stitch itself back together. And then—I opened my eyes. My hands weren’t ghostly. My skin touched the sheets. I scrambled for my phone. The date. I had been reborn.

When I looked into the mirror again, I froze. The woman staring back wasn’t the same Dahlia. Her hair was darker, falling down her back like a midnight river. Her eyes glowed faintly red in the light. Her skin was so clear and smooth it looked like magic, and her body was leaner, stronger, beautiful in a way that almost didn’t look human. Wonlock’s power hadn’t destroyed me. It had remade me. I smiled slowly, looking at myself as my eyes glowed. “I’d been reborn.”

Not just some girl I’d claimed because she was pretty and easy to do away with later. She was becoming something else. A being, reborn not from love of mercy —but from trauma. Every death shared a layer; every resurrection sharpened her essence. And now she was on her third life. “What? I'm fucked."

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

“Remember — you are not who other people have made you out to be. You are what you do next. Be courageous, be discerning and true to yourself before all others.’ The light became blinding, and all at once I felt my body again—flesh rendered solid, rhythm made of breaths, steady beat of the heart. The cut in my chest healed over with silver fire, skin growing at an impossible pace. My eyes opened. I glanced at Darius first, and the hope and terror warred on his face. Then at Malik, whose eyes were still green and full of unspoken questions. Then at the watching pack, hanging out to see what I would do, what I would say, who I would be after my impossible rebirth. The Queen’s voice boomed in m

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

Her hair was thick, falling in healthy waves over shoulders that were no longer skeletal. “Oh my goodness.” I muttered, my voice breaking. “I came back. I'm alive. I'm really alive.” I cried out, touching my face everywhere. I couldn't believe this. How is something like this possible? How was I able to come back to this time? “Or did it have anything to do with those people who took me away?” I wondered though I wasn't able to think of the answer no matter how hard I tried. But still, I was alive. "Moon Goddess... thank you," I whispered, my voice cracking. I pressed my palm against the glass, tracing the line of my jaw. "Thank you."