Reborn In Marvel With Wishes Fanfiction Novels & Stories

[“Now that we have been given the chance, we can seek the revenge we want.” I straighten up. “Revenge.” ...[“But for that, I need to tell you the entire story, what happened in my life, which is your first life. I will tell you who your friends are. I will tell you the mistakes I made, so that you may not fall into the pit I fell into.”]... “So, it really is true. I have been reborn.” ...[“Well, obviously. You literally just walked through the gate of the reborn. November, darling, keep up.]...

Charlotte stood by the ceiling-to-floor window, the city's glittering skyline sprawling endlessly below like a sea of fallen stars. Her golden-silver gown shimmered faintly in the penthouse glow, but her hazel eyes were distant, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Surprise and shock rooted her in place—her hands pressed against the cool glass, her breath fogging it slightly. In her past life, everything had conspired against her: betrayal, isolation, and a cruel end orchestrated by shadows she once called family. Fate had been a merciless chain, dragging her down. But now? Reborn, she had shattered it. She had changed it all by changing him—Howard, the man she'd always loved from afar, cold and

Touching his cheek, I softly murmured, "This game was never about saving you. It was about killing you." The world around me began to shatter. The Royal Gardens, the moon, the royal mantle, and King Ragnar's corpse began to crack like a mirror. The system's projection appeared before me. "What is your wish?" "I want everything restored," I demanded. "I want my entire class back in our original world, and I want you, and everyone watching the livestream, to disappear." The system stayed silent for a moment before saying, "Only one wish can be granted." I smiled. "Then bring my class back."

"Rowan, do you think that I am a bad person? I am sorry but I just can't let her go for what she did to me. I have to make her pay no matter what. I don't know if you think I am a bad person or not. I just know that I have to make her pay for what she had put me through. It's fine if you don't understand me but ..." Rowan did not let me finish. "What are you talking about? Of course, I am on your side. Since you want to get revenge on her, then you should go ahead and do it. She has done a lot of things to do. She needs to pay for it!" Rowan said. I sighed when he said this. I thought he was never going to understand me. Since he did not know that I had died in my past life. Speaking of tha

I had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

“You can hear them if they accept you.” John slowly looked at her belly, then at her face, and Vera could see the exact moment his fear shifted into something close to loyalty. A pregnant woman with talking unborn children, healing food, a former queen in exile, and a plan to take over the garbage sector should have sounded like madness. But his core was recovering, his hands had stopped shaking, and for the first time in months, he could imagine his wife and child getting better.

He kept his head lowered, continuing to block me without saying a single word. I clutched my pocket knife as I warily asked him, "What the hell do you want?" He raised his head to look at me. He had a complicated emotion swirling in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse when he called out my name. I didn't say a single word in response. I wondered if he was going to beg me to empathize with Frank and Madison again. "You were reborn, weren't you?" My expression morphed into one of shock upon hearing his words. I whipped around and tried to make a break for it.

Memories surged like a tide, yet I realized that apart from a faint sigh over the past, my heart was utterly still. No heartbreak. No anger. Not even a ripple. Only relief. Relief that, in this second life, I had finally seen Ethan for who he truly was. Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Ethan. [Celia, Sophie is devastated over her grandfather. She's innocent and fragile, so I had to temporarily change the fireworks message to cheer her up. Don't overthink it, and don't go looking for trouble with her. This was entirely my decision.]

"I believe Liam and Lila will turn out far better than they ever will. We're divorced. From now on, don't come looking for me again." I took Liam's and Lila's hands and shut the door without hesitation. That night, I had a dream. I dreamed of the first time I met Julia in Astoria City. I dreamed of her glowing with happiness when she was pregnant, and of the nights when both kids refused to sleep unless they were curled up in my arms. The dream was so warm, and the reality so cold. After all, human hearts change. That's a truth as old as time. For a long while, none of them came to see me again.