Novel & Cerita Reborn Stories

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."

My dad utters as he steadies me on my feet and against him. “Merry wow there.” Jenn exclaimed as she rushed to me. “My liege!” Crispin shrieked as he tried to move to me, only Sarah held him back. “Merida not so fast!” Sarah yelled as she pulled Crispin back “I called in the Gatlin’s, your guide told me you were friends through elementary school.” Ericson explained from his seat across from us. “I figured the more friends you have the more comfortable you will be as you learn everything. Plus, to answer your question, yes rebirth started with your family, but it has occurred more and more over the centuries with others. Crispin being one of those souls and Jenn Gatlin being another.”

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

Maybe, just maybe, we would find a way to navigate the turbulent waters of grief and emerge stronger on the other side. "Mink," Kashmira said softly, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand whispered dreams, "I've heard stories... stories of mates finding each other again, in another life, after rebirth. They get a chance to live out their love once more, to cherish each other just as they did before."

I begin. Then memories flash through my mind, Olivia's face or Aaron's face., the betrayal and pain, the unfinished parts of my life and strength fills me. “I would do better if given another chance,” I say. “I would become a better person.” “Why should we return you to life simply so you can become a better person?” another judge asks. The question leaves me speechless, I open my mouth then close it again, memories continue flashing through my mind, all the hurt and mistakes, the things left unresolved so I prepare to answer but before I can speak, every judge speaks at once.

Instead, he found a quiet plaza bench to gather his thoughts before heading to Rebirth Sect. According to Xena's intel, the sect was weird. The core belief of Rebirth Sect was that any illness a person suffered would be transferred to their past life upon joining, allowing them to be healed in the present. In this day and age, only a fool would buy that. Yet, somehow, cults like this thrived worldwide, using various means to convince people to believe them. Rebirth Sect was one of the most successful. In just two years, their reputation had skyrocketed because everyone who joined them, even terminal cancer patients, was miraculously cured.

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

"Isla isn't breathing anymore! It's your fault that our daughter has lost her mother at such a young age!" Felix Zane's roar ripped through the winter air as he knelt by my best friend, Isla Kingsley's drenched, ice-cold body lying motionless on the riverbank. The onlookers watched his grief-stricken display with pity in their eyes. If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. …

Julian shoved her away, his eyes still locked on me. A look of desperation filled his eyes. "Elara..." his voice became low, pleading. "I really know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance? This life, I swear I'll do right by you. I won't make the same mistakes again." My heart skipped a beat. This life? Did he just say "this life"? Was Julian... also reborn? Did he remember everything from our past life? As I stood there, stunned, the family's security team arrived. They quickly subdued Julian and his men.