Reborn Rich Ending Novels & Stories

So today, Truman, who should have gone home, stayed behind in the office. And not long after today, Tinsley would get a large sum of money for the abortion, only to have it stolen by one of her mother's customers. She would end up giving birth to the baby. The gears of fate were still turning, which meant Truman would die by hanging. At this moment, I could almost hear the sound of his neck breaking in my ear, causing my teeth to ache. Truman, the newly graduated, somewhat silly student from the teachers' college. The moment I rushed into the school building, I saw someone I hadn't seen in ages—Tinsley. She was ahead of me.

I had been watching that face my whole life and I was so tired of it. Every time something should have finally finished her, she came out of it. The kidnapping. The business attacks. The smear campaign. All of it. She just kept walking forward, kept rebuilding, kept collecting more people who were loyal to her. But you could not come back from being dead. "This time she doesn't make it home," I said. "That's the plan." "Good." I meant it. "Good." I hung up and kept walking. The sun was actually out. I tilted my face toward it for a second and just let myself feel it. I was out. Scarlett was on her way to a country where nobody knew her and nobody was watching, and what happened over there wo

"Damien Meyer, you're the one." An aged yet powerful voice pulled me back from the endless darkness. Before me was Thornton Estate's indoor training facility. The one speaking was none other than the family patriarch, Elliot Thornton. That was when I realized—I had been reborn. Around me, dozens of elite operatives stood in the same black training uniform. We'd been sent by major security companies across the country, each one a top contender for the job. I stood there, caught in my thoughts, and didn't move when I was supposed to.

Samantha nodded, letting her know that what she said was true. "Can... will...I have my memories, too?" Sandra whispered. "Keeping your memories or letting go of it is purely your choice, Sandra. If you want to keep your memories, you will have them." Samantha placed her hand in Sandra's hand and closed her eyes. "I bestow upon thee the phoenix's grace, With tears that cleanse and heal, embrace. A rebirth granted, a better way, A soul renewed, stronger each day." Samantha said the words out loud, and as soon as she opened her eyes, a very beautiful and large phoenix hovered above Sandra and let out a loud cry. Just as its teardrop touched Sandra, she glowed bright and faded.

- I am Greg, by the way, and you are? - Katherine. - The woman answered, shocked at how quickly he was able to change the subject. - So what happened to you?- He asked another question. -Do you care to elaborate on that? I am not sure what you are asking about. - She said smiling mischievously. - You are reborn, so how did your previous life end? Accident? Battle?- He looked at her carefully. - Murder. - Katherine replied, shrugging her arms. - What happened to you?

Sean's head snapped up. His eyes widened sharply. "How... how do you know that?" "Because I lived through it." I leaned back in my chair, my words as sharp as a blade. "Sean, I was reborn too. I figured out you had been reborn the moment you chose the Parkers first." The air inside the café seemed to freeze. Sean's mouth opened, but no sound came out. "You envied the way I was cherished. You envied the freedom I had to focus on writing.

At that moment, I finally understood why so much in this life had unfolded so differently from the last. She went on, "I couldn't figure it out at first. No matter what I did, Harry still couldn't cut you off completely. But now I understand. You came back too, didn't you?" Ember let out a wild laugh. "Did you really think being reborn would change your ending? I'll make sure you die just as miserably as last time!" At her signal, the men behind her began closing in. I shut my eyes, despair washing over me. Had I come back to relive the same tragic fate after all?

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo

“You’d better give me a very good reason.” I took a deep breath. I contemplated telling him that I had been reborn, and I knew certain key events of the past, but I didn’t know how believable that would sound to him. “I have the ability to see glimpses of the future.” The words tasted strange on my tongue. It was a blatant lie, but I didn’t care. His expression didn’t change. “I can help you become the Alpha King,” I continued evenly. “In exchange, I want you to make me second only to you.”

He forced me to abort our baby but got another woman pregnant. I don't even know what to do. Where do I go? What do I do? “Haaaaaaaaaaa... Ahhhhhhhhhhh...!” My tears and screams echoed as I stood in the middle of the deserted road. It was silent except for the sound of the rain pouring down. I looked up at the heavens. I cursed the day I met Magnus Kalan, hoping for only one thing. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would never look at him twice. I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive.