Reborn Student, Regrets All Around Novelas e Histórias

But now, here I was facing the consequences of my own choices. And as much as I wanted to vomit again, as much as I hated myself for what I had done, a part of me didn’t regret it. It was sick. It was twisted. But I didn’t regret it. Noah had broken me long before I found solace in another man's arms. He had stripped away my sense of self-worth, and now I was just as much a cheater as he was. My stomach twisted again, but this time it wasn’t from guilt. It was from the realization that maybe, just maybe, I was never going to go back to being the woman I used to be.

“To be honest with you. I have lived this life once. I know how I died in my past life, who you married and yet somehow that’s changed because I know at some point you die too. So tell me this voice has something to do with that, doesn’t it?” “Whatever you are thinking, it’s all in your head. You are stressed out and…” “That’s not a fucking excuse!” She thunders with a low tone deeper than her normal voice. Sweat beads at my forehead. I look everywhere but thinking of an answer won’t be a lie or truth either. I haven’t been truly honest with her as well. I do know she was reborn because I did come back to life myself. Somehow, after she died, something triggered the rebirth circle.

- Katherine asked on a last try. - No. But this is an entirely different level. We are talking about you being reborn. Reborn! - Her friend shouted, and Katherine motioned to her to keep her voice down. - I know! Do you think I understand that? Sometimes, I have hoped for all this to be a bad dream. I would wake up, and everything would be expected, as it always should be. - Katherine looked at her friend and sat on the grass, defeated. - People surround me, and I have no one I can fully trust.- She stopped talking, looking at the woods before her.

I still don’t trust myself to reach out to her, however, so I do nothing until she gives up and starts gently rinsing what mud she can from my skin and clothes. As awkward as the situation is, it also gives me time to think. One thing is clear—I have returned to the past. If Scintilla is still a newborn, and if I just had to crawl out of a coffin, then it must be the night of my rebirth into unlife.

"My silly boy, why would I ever hit you?" She gave my forehead a playful poke. In a mock-serious tone, she said, "Now get up, or you'll be late. Don't come crying to me when your teacher makes you stand in the hallway." I froze as if struck by lightning. In an instant, the fog in my mind cleared. I had been reborn. I was back in my senior year of high school. Three years of repressed longing and regret surged through me, stinging my eyes. Thank God. Fate had given me a second chance.

After the SAT results come out, the girl everyone knows as the school's scholarship case throws a lavish graduation party. That same night, I get a text alert saying my credit card has been maxed out. I go to confront her, but she's already in my boyfriend's arms, sobbing like she's the victim. "Just because I'm on financial aid, I'm not allowed to throw a party?" My boyfriend rushes to comfort her and turns on me instead. "Your family's loaded anyway. Spending a little on Lacey isn't going to kill you." Sure, my family has money, but I'm not a saint, and I don't see why I should be footing her bills. I refuse to back down. I call the police to make her pay me back, but my boyfriend re

He was the same man who analyzed my mother and told us she could not be saved. He shook his head slowly, his voice booming. “She is gone, Calla,” the healer said. “There is no pulse and I can't feel her breath. She is gone forever.” “No!” I shrieked, my voice cracking. “She can't be gone forever!. She has been reborn!. She can't be gone!” “Even the reborn can be broken again,” the man replied. He pointed to the rubble. “Look at what your weakness has done. You were her mother and you let the fire take her. You are a failure, Calla of Nightmoor.”

We weren’t supposed to know each other at all. And yet... He knew me. My heart pounded against my ribs, a wild, reckless thought crashing into my mind. I gasped, hand flying to my mouth. "Could it be that..." I whispered, feeling the blood drain from my face. My voice trembled, "Could it be that, like me, he also got reborn?" Shock rippled through me, “No, that can't be right. But… If I got reborn, who's to say that someone else couldn't have done the same?” If Alaric had truly gotten reborn, then things were going to change.

"Hazel, I love you. It was Catherine — that bitch seduced me! I never marked her, you know I didn't! Just drop the charges and I'll mark you tonight, I'll be your mate, we're fated!" "Give me one more chance, please!" "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was so wrong!" I looked down at him. My voice was flat. "Save the apologies for hell. You can give them to my mother when you get there." "I will make sure that every minute of every day you have left, you spend regretting what you did that night." I kicked him off me, hard, and walked out without looking back.

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.