Reborn The Diva Is Back Novels & Stories

How could they be together even in death while I was cursed to live a hideous life repenting for sins that I only committed to keep those I loved safe? "No, Margo. They can't win over us. Not Delia and definitely not Eve. This is why you got a second chance... Let's get better ok" I told myself. "Then we'll have our revenge. Let's make sure to flay her skin. I am going to burn you to ashes Eve. If you won't die from falling down the hill, you are definitely going to die when I burn you alive. And this time, I am going to make sure that you don't survive I'll make sure of it" I promised.

he spat, pointing at her. Hannah’s head snapped up, her face contorted with fury. “You’re blaming me? Have you lost your mind?” Davis pulled his phone from his pocket, his fingers shaking as he fiddled with it, then played an audio recording. Hannah’s voice filled the room, loud and unmistakable. “…That woman and her daughter didn’t die,” her voice echoed. “They’re both alive and well? What? The whole building burned down. How did they survive?” Davis fast-forwarded the recording slightly, and the conversation continued, each word hitting harder than the last.

It was something both of us weren’t expecting but we accepted it since it was a blessing. I learned that there was a reason I was reborn as Sayori. Just like what Empress Yukina said, maybe our lives in the future weren’t meant for us to live. Maybe it was a trial for what we should really be living in. Everything we experienced in the future was to prepare us for this moment. We aren’t sure if we were the only ones who were reborn but if there was something certain, it was that we were meant to stay here. Every moment we are happy here is a moment worth cherishing.

Bibi pulled sample hairs from Nate and Anna and put them in the box. “This is an amazing find, Anna. I’ll take these right over. We should have results in about an hour.” Anna watched Bibi take the precious hair samples and exit the cabin. She didn’t need to see the DNA results. She already knew what they would be. The drawings, the paintings of Vashti and her daughter Adara, were staring at her as if she were looking into a mirror. There was no doubt in her mind any longer. Anna Berger Stein was the reincarnation of Adara and, by all evidence, staring back at her from the painting and photos. They were not visions, or dreams, or hallucinations. She had, in fact, lived the life of Vashti’s d

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

It was that of 2018. She stumbled, perplexed. She slapped herself across the face. "Ah!" She felt the pain. It was real. She really wasn't dreaming. Then what was going on? Wait… she was reborn? 2018. That was a year ago. Her incredulousness slowly transformed into happiness. She had been given another chance. Another chance to make things right. She was as happy as a lark, and she began to laugh out loud. There was a harsh knock on her door.

“But I have to go back to the city. I need to plan my life. I’m not who I used to be. I’m someone else now.” Tears welled in the woman’s eyes. “Will we ever see you again?” “Yes,” Maya promised. “But for now, I have to find who I really am.” She turned and walked down the road, her coat fluttering behind her, wind brushing against her skin like a final goodbye from the girl she used to be. Maya. Dora. Both reborn. she couldn't make up the courage to tell them she wasn't Dora. she went back to Arden's place because she didn't want her revenge to be so faint. She wanted them to feel the impact of her return.

Before, she had cared too much about Christopher, and was willing to play the obedient wife in the family. Now that she was reborn, she would no longer tether herself to him as his assistant. She would live brilliantly with her daughter, return to her career, and reclaim her place at the top! Christopher's expression tightened, and the chill in his attitude became impossible to ignore. Amelia sneered inwardly. He was probably wondering why his once-compliant, gentle wife had suddenly defied him in public. His anger was predictable. She would never again play the role of the self-sacrificing wife.

The lights of the penthouse flickered as Olivia stepped through the revolving doors, her heels clicking softly against polished marble. Rain streaked down the windows behind her, catching in the city skyline like liquid silver. She paused for a moment, feeling the black ring on her finger pulse, tight and insistent. It reminded her that she wasn’t just here as Olivia Monroe Castillo. She was the Reborn, someone whose past and present had been stitched together by blood, power, and Jessica’s lingering influence.

“And you don't like surprises. I can't believe I forgot that bit about you.” “I love surprises!” She blurted out. “Just that was-” Her voice dropped and she didn't finish. DJ smiled. The look in his eyes deepened. “You returned so differently after your accident. Reborn.” “This is the second time you've said that.” He smiled again. “I hope it doesn't irk you.” She shook her head. It didn't. He was right. She was reborn. “I'll drop you back at the office.” He smoothly digressed.