Reborn In Marvel With Wishes Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Aiden looked at me like I was crazy, but pulled another candle out of a box and put it in the cheesecake for me. I smiled. “Thank you. Now I can have two wishes.” “Piper, I don’t think it works that way.” “It does now,” Jonas interjected. “Thank you, Jonas.” Jonas lit the second candle and I blew both out. My silent wishes were simple: 1) I wished to be able to see my family and friends again; and 2) I wished to meet my fated mate. Wishes made, I began eating the cheesecake.

Everyone says that the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Landor, Prince Colin Livingston, loves me to the core. But on the day of court presentation, he bypasses me and presents the princess consort's diamond ring to my elder sister, Monique Payne, instead. However, I'm not the least bit upset. I even smile and congratulate Colin, saying, "I wish you and my sister a lifetime of happiness, Your Royal Highness." In my past life, I caught Colin rolling in the sheets with Monique when I was six months pregnant. I flew into a rage and accidentally killed her with a sword. Colin hated me for the rest of my life after that. When he finally ascended the throne, he posthumously crowned Monique as hi

"I badly missed my Mom and Dad in the village. They adopted me when I was young. But someone killed them. And even my biological parents won't accept me." Justine and I stepped back when Christopher moved out of his seat carrying their weirdly profound expression. "I wanted to become the man they wanted me to be, Danica. Once you can help me become the next alpha king, I will grant you one wish. Name it, and I will make it happen." Undeniably, I felt at ease upon hearing it coming from someone with a brain disorder. One wish. That's all I need for us, omegas to have the freedom we all deserve.

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."

What wish would possibly fix this shit heap? “I – I wish that Rose was never born a Fallen.” I said, hoping I don’t regret this decision. “Hmm. Interesting choice. Very well.” Gabriel said before clapping dramatically. I felt my body free fall, and everything turned black.

"You'll become an even greater king without me." "I believe in you." She embraced Queen Selene. "I'll miss you too." Finally, she faced everyone. "Thank you..." "...for allowing me to walk this journey with you." She smiled warmly. "And if fate is kind..." "I hope to be reborn." "Not as a princess." "Not as royalty." "But as an ordinary human." "That... is my final wish." She slowly began chanting an ancient spell. Golden light surrounded Marcy's body. The wind suddenly grew still. Then...

but she remembers everything me:- okay I will protect her and please let me be reborn. I will protect her this time no matter what. I can't take this regret anymore :goddess:- OK I give you secrets permission to be reborn

When he saw me, a faint light flickered in his eyes. "Emily, help me. I can't die. You still need to give me a son..." "A son?" I sneered. "What are you talking about? Remember the last time Lucy bathed you, she accidentally poured boiling water all over you? You can't have children anymore. What son are you talking about?" "W-what?" His arm dropped weakly to the side, and tears streamed down his face. "Mom, you ruined me..." I shook my head and said nothing more.

Neither could I hold back the tears that stung my eyes so badly. I wanted to walk away. My plan for this century was to live a normal life and try my best not to get involved with Eugene, but I couldn't. I couldn't just leave him there to die. I waited till everything died down and rushed over to help him. "Are you okay?" I asked, clutching his head to my chest, though he didn't reply. The funniest thing is that even though I get reborn, I still have the same agility, speed, and wisdom I had while I was a guardian.

All of the bright colors were uneasy on the eyes, and they made my head hurt even more. Still, I went to the bed and closed my eyes, processing everything that was happening. One moment, my mom was telling me to die, and the next second, I felt like I actually did. However, instead of spawning in the afterlife, I was in my book—the one that had been the subject of my curses. Was the universe taking revenge on me for making the main characters suffer so much before they could achieve a happy ending? Or did my readers succeed in their black magic and successfully transform me to become the most cruel character in my story?