Novel & Cerita Reborn In Marvel With Wishes Fanfiction

So I spoke my wish. “I wish that everyone who died because of your wishes—directly or indirectly—comes back to life.” That included the players, his parents, and even Luther himself. The servants who killed his parents would return too, unfortunately. But this time, with his parents alive and the family fortune restored, he’d have the power to take his revenge his own way. It was the best ending I could think of. The moment the words left my mouth, the system chimed cheerfully: [Congratulations, player. Wish granted.]

"No way, I’m so happy! I’m not going home until I’m drunk tonight." The drunkenness spread to my cheeks, and all my words and emotions poured out. My body swayed unsteadily, and I draped my arm over Jason’s shoulder. "You don’t understand the joy of revenge, I’ve died once," I laughed loudly. "I was reborn. It’s a relieve to watch them being in chaos." "You’re drunk. You’re talking nonsense. How can someone be reborn? You’ve just started a new life." Jason pulled me into his arms.

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

He was lifting his fist for another blow when I grabbed his arm. "Let it go, Nate." With this second chance at life, all I wanted was to properly make up for my poor son. As for Judy, I'd deal with her eventually—but there was no rush. That night, we completed the transfer to another hospital. While packing up in the hospital room, I overheard whispers from behind the curtain next door. My sister tried to lower her voice, but her excitement was impossible to hide. "I've been reborn. My son, Phillip, will become a big boss in the future."

Expressing her gratitude to the concerned group, she retreated to her room. After a soothing hot shower, she tended to her injuries and slipped into clean clothes. Her heart racing, she ventured out, eager to find the young man who lived in the room behind hers. She wondered if he was asleep. He had promised her that if she survived and returned, he would share his name. Now, she could not wait to see him. In the past, she had dismissed the idea of love at first sight. Yet, here she was, experiencing the unimaginable.

Her previous life is just like a flash movie through her mind. Catherine looked at Harris with teary-eyes, that made him feel awkward. She seemed to have been calloused and lost all hope in life. She had been tortured and she drowned to the deepest, darkest hole. Reviving a life, the twenty-seven-year-old soul only wishes for once to be fully loved and held by a person's hand.

Everyday, she would wake up hoping she would feel different somehow, hoping she'll finally get her powers and return to her true home, Greenville but nothing ever happens. She wished she could tell Swayer about her true identity and about the supernatural world but what difference would that make? She'll still be a loser, a powerless useless being and it won't get her back to her world. “I'm sorry, I will study more.” She replied and Swayer smiled at her before taking hold of her hand. “Tomorrow is Valentine's day you know, what are you going to do? We could go shopping oh and there's a frat party at Jada's.” Swayer said excitedly.

Looking at his current state made me feel aggrieved. I forced myself to calm down and said, "Tell me, why did you say I jumped off a building?" "Because... I had mistaken Jennifer to be you. After she died, I took out all my anger on you..." As he told me about what happened in my previous life, I actually calmed down. "Does Jennifer know that you're reborn?" He shook his head. "She doesn't. I didn't tell her." With that said, his phone rang. Jennifer's voice sounded in the quiet room. "Rick, where are you? I didn't find you in your office."

“You are not a mother. You are a ghost who doesn't know she's dead. Look at me now! I have more power in my little finger than you have in your entire body. I don't need a failure like you to save me.” She began to walk toward me. I looked at her and for a moment, I believed her. I saw the power she held, it was like the ancient strength of our bloodline had been built inside her. I felt so small. I felt like a mistake. “I'm sorry,” I sobbed. “I'm so sorry, Willow.” “Your sorrow is useless,” she said, raising her hand to strike. “You should have stayed and not been reborn, mama. I could have remembered you as something other than a disappointment.”