Romans & histoires Reborn Rich Novel

Elena Blackwood in fancy letters. "Yikes," Jess said, poking one with her toe. "Who's Liam Blackwood? Your imaginary vampire boyfriend?" "Worse." Elena flicked a lighter. "He's the reason I need therapy." The flames ate the pages hungrily. Smoke curled up, carrying the smell of burned sugar (she had once sprinkled the diaries with vanilla perfume). Jess coughed, fanning the air. "Arsonist much?!" "Rebirth," Elena corrected, watching her naivety turn to ash.

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

she said. Zoey looked at the girl's delicate profile and asked, "Carolyn, do you believe in rebirth?" "Rebirth?" Carolyn exclaimed for a moment, "I have seen a few novels about rebirth, but I myself don't believe in it." "If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it either." Carolyn opened her mouth and said, "You mean..." "Yes," Zoey affirmed, "I was reborn."

I also recall wandering through towns where people cursed the heavens and pleaded for mercy, and where laughter was a myth. Under her rule, the kingdom that once glimmered with gold became a wasteland of ash and sorrow. I recall her soldiers marching through villages, taking firstborn sons as offerings for her so-called “protection.” I remember mothers clutching lifeless babies, their tears mixing with the dust of the streets. I remember trying to save them—at least once, but I failed. And it led to my death. In one life, I was hanged as a traitor, in another, I was hunted through the woods and burned alive. In yet another, I became prince of another nation—only for Lunice’s curse to strike

"I came back to visit my hometown, but I was ambushed along the way. On top of that, you had always said in your past life that after we got married, we would spend our honeymoon in Costa Solara. That's why I came back." Hearing this, I realized he had been reborn as well. Lucio studied my expression carefully before saying, "Have you been reborn as well? Otherwise, how could you have written Bella's name on the invitation back then?" I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I said coldly, "There is no need to dwell on the past. What's over is over. Take care of your health." As I turned to leave, Lucio called out after me, "What do you mean, 'no need to dwell on it'? After all this time, do y

Nadira's POV I was beginning business school next and I was contemplating moving out of the Evahart mansion. I could no longer deal with my step mother's nagging and ordering me around like I was some slave. Liora, her daughter had made it her life's work to be her mom's partner crime. I came back home last night and just couldn't wrap my head around what's been going on for the past few months. From Being Reborn, to loosing weight, to Thane following me around, he didn't do that in my past life and it bothered the hell out me. Even though I still had feelings for him and my heart raced whenever he was nearby, I could never be that girl ever again. Then we have Celestine's cryptic message an

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

I blinked, rubbing my eyes violently with the back of my hand, certain that the trauma had made me read it incorrectly. I looked again. The date remained unchanged. It was a date from before the apocalypse ever began. I stood frozen in the middle of the ruined living room, the phone slipping slightly in my sweaty grip. “No way...” I whispered, the words barely audible over the sound of my own frantic breathing. I had returned to the past again. I had been thrown back into the timeline. But this time, the rules of the game had completely changed. I had no obsidian crown, no endless army of loyal zombies bowing at my command, and no godlike lightning powers to protect me from the dark.

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End