Reborn The Diva Is Back Novels & Stories

"Yet, here she is with Davian Grey. She was his mystery woman all along." "I wonder why she is back and how she managed to get married to him" Sabrina's eyes fell on the television where the wedding was being replayed. "They even had a wedding theme similar to the one you wanted when you were younger. Do you think it's a coincidence?" "Of course not. She is back for revenge. She took Davian just like I took Silas. That bitch. I'll kill her once and for all" She screamed and grabbed the car keys that were sitting on the table.

Five years. Five years of biting down on pain, of clawing her way back from the brink, of forging herself anew in the fires of betrayal. Now, the time had finally arrived. The silence was over. Davina Parker was returning. She was coming back to the city that had once been her grave – the place where he had shattered her, piece by agonizing piece. Her dignity, her confidence, her very essence – all had been sacrificed on the altar of his cruelty. Every shadow in New York held a whisper of the past, a phantom limb ache of the betrayals, the humiliations, the relentless torment she had endured. It was where her soul had bled, her identity crushed beyond recognition, only to be reborn, cold and

The realisation of what was happening hit me with full force; I had actually been REBORN. The reality was still so confusing that it was hard to grasp. After being burnt by the fire set up by Sophie and Logan, I got reborn, four years before my death. I was reborn four years before everything began to happen. I wasn't crippled, I wasn't vulnerable, I wasn't weak. Sophie’s perplexed expression only deepened as she watched me gaze around like a lost bride. I needed confirmation that this wasn’t some twisted dream. In a frantic gesture, I pinched her hand hard, bracing myself for any sign of illusion. But the sharp pain that followed was all too real.

She grabbed the phone on her bedside table, her hands trembling as she checked the date. August 3rd, 2XXX. She wasn’t dreaming. She was back. Three years before disaster struck. She let out a shaky breath and smiled, a rare, genuine smile. This time, everything would be different. This time, she would rewrite her fate. Her family, who had died protecting her... Louis, the man she had pushed away... and Natalie, the so-called best friend who had orchestrated her downfall... Daisy had a chance to change it all. The phone rang, pulling her from her thoughts. The high-pitched voice on the other end was unmistakable.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

“You look tired, and not the normal ‘I stayed up watching dramas’ tired. Did something happen?” I stiffened for a second, unknowingly held my breath. If only she knew. But how was I supposed to explain that I’d been reborn? Or that the other day was supposed to be the day I met my ex husband? I swallowed, trying to mask the shake in my breath. “No, nothing happened. I’m okay,” I muttered softly. Mia didn’t look fully convinced, nevertheless, she just shrugged. I could tell she didn’t want to force things more than necessary.

His expression was almost too excited to hide. "Read the headlines. The real show is just getting started." I looked at the paper. The front page showed a woman in black gloves, standing on a cargo ship, her profile sharp as a blade. The bold text read: The Widow Returns: Mysterious Arms Dealer Declares War on the Underworld. I stood up, a jolt of excitement running through me. It was the figure that haunted my dreams night after night. Mom was alive. She was really back!

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.

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.