Reborn The Legend Luna Awakening 소설 & 이야기

When my best friend and I realized we had been reborn and traveled back several decades, we locked eyes, collapsed into each other's arms, and sobbed, shouting that we wanted to break off our engagements. The entire neighborhood whispered that we had lost our minds. But only we knew the truth. In our past lives, this was the day everything was sealed: she married a battalion commander, Ned Stark, and I became the wife of a high school teacher, Robbie Stark. My husband betrayed me. For the sake of that pretentious whore, Scarlett Wheaton, he stole my university admission letter and let her take my place on campus. The world mocked me as a failure, and Robbie stood by in silence. After we married, every time he touched me, he would immediately write another love letter to Scarlett—atoning for his supposed guilt. "Scarlett, even if I can't be with you in this life, my soul will always belong to you alone." Even my own child despised me, calling me an ignorant village woman, urging me again and again to divorce so that his father could be with his "true love," Scarlett. And my best friend, Rachel Croft—born the daughter of a factory director—was tricked by her husband, Ned, under the pretense of buying a house. He drained her savings and her wages for twenty long years. It wasn't until she fell gravely ill and went to sell the house that she discovered the deed he had given her was a forgery. The real house—the one paid in full—was in Scarlett's name. One of Scarlett's dresses cost more than my friend's entire monthly salary. When Rachel begged to reclaim what rightfully belonged to her, she was met only with contempt from Ned and her child. "All you ever care about is money. You're nothing like Scarlett, who isn't materialistic at all. Your illness is retribution," Ned had said. "Exactly. Only someone as noble and kind as Scarlett deserves to be my mother!" her child had said. Rachel and I both spent our lives working ourselves to the bone, only to end with nothing—dying bitter and broken from the injustice. But this time, fate has given us another chance. I will go to university. Rachel will become a wealthy woman. This time, without us paving the way, those shameless men and that wretched woman think they can still live happily ever after? Dream on.

Dying from wolfsbane, I came back six months into carrying his pup. I went straight to a witch, begged for a potion to slow down the pup's growth. Choked it down. Then every day, I padded my belly with rabbit fur and kept up the act. In my first life, Emily and I went into labor on the same day. She popped out a perfect silver-white pup. Me? A white wolf giving birth to some scrappy mutt. James—Alpha of Ebonfang Pack—looked me dead in the eye and swore I betrayed him. I begged him to test the pup's blood. He did. Results came back: father was from an enemy pack. He called me a traitor, said I slept with the enemy, cut the bond, and threw me out. Five years rogue gutted my wolf. Then he showed up again. Guilt all over his face. "Emily got played by a Darkclaw wolf. She's just an omega—she wouldn't have survived going rogue. I had to swap the pups. Didn't you get the supplies I sent? Whatever, it's over. I'll take care of you now." Emily shot me a look full of venom and passed me a teapot. Didn't even get a word out before the wolfsbane kicked in. I died choking, eyes wide, body frozen. But now? I'm back. I know everything. Let's see how they plan to win this time.

BLURB FOR THREE YEARS I WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A TOOL. Rowan used me to manage his pack while he took all the credit. Then he threw me away like trash, publicly, at our own engagement party—for a woman claiming to be an alpha heiress. They called me worthless. Wolfless. An omega who didn't deserve respect. That night, I made a choice. I walked into a bar and straight into the arms of a devastatingly handsome stranger. One night with someone who I never imagine would change my life so drastically. Except the next morning, I proposed something crazy: a one-year contract marriage. To my shock, he said yes. Caelan is everything Rowan never was—attentive, generous, mysterious. He treats me like I matter. Like I'm someone worth protecting. But he's hiding something. His wealth, his power, the way people defer to him... nothing adds up. As I rise through the Council Board trials, proving I'm more than anyone believed, I'm falling desperately in love with a man who might only see someone else when he looks at me. But I have secrets too. And when my true power awakens, everything—my past, my identity, my heart—will shatter and reshape in ways I never imagined. He saved me once. Now I'll have to decide if I can save us both.

"I never thought I’d be able to love someone so intensely, but I love you." This is what Kate Amarantt thought the moment she realized she was in love with her boss, Cassian Belmontt. After fleeing a relationship with constant assaults, Kate left New York, stopping in Toronto, Canada, where she got a job as a cleaning assistant at a major company. She swore she would never be able to fall in love with another man again, but after a masquerade ball, she saw it all change in the blink of an eye. Camouflaged behind a mask of lies, the woman finds herself increasingly involved in a web of feelings and traumas, which even being things of the past, still insist on pursuing and tormenting her. Will she be able to overcome such memories? Will Cassian and Kate’s love really happen?

In an ordinary life with her mundane family, she is persuaded by her best friend, Arabella, to attend a lavish party thrown by King Magdon for his son, Prince Ariel. But the evening takes a deadly turn when her best friend betrays her, leading to her untimely death. Possessed by a new spirit, she is unexpectedly crowned "Queen of the Day" after unknowingly drinking from a glass with a hidden "Queen’s Ring." As the Chosen Lady, she finds herself at the heart of a prophecy meant to unite the human world with the realm of the gifted. Burdened with the task of mastering her powers to prevent a catastrophic war, she faces a daunting choice: marry for love or for duty. Will she follow her heart or succumb to the weight of her destiny?

The day my husband, Ethan Hart, posted wedding photos in a bridal gown with the college girl he was sponsoring on his social media, I didn't fly into hysterics like I usually did. Instead, I gave them a like. I even left a comment: [Such a perfect match. Let's all wish the newlyweds a lifetime of happiness.] People in our circle said I was the most pathetic wife alive, letting the mistress walk all over me without resistance. A week later, he came home and explained, "It was just an act. Her grandfather is sick. Before he dies, he wants to see her get married." I nodded calmly. "I didn't take it seriously. I believe you." In my previous life, I had stormed into their wedding ceremony that very day and caused a scene, ruining their wedding. To punish me, Ethan went after my parents' company. He drove them into bankruptcy and forced them to jump to their deaths. And I was sent to a mental hospital by that woman, tortured until I truly went insane. So in this life, reborn with everything laid bare, I no longer crave his love. All I want is his money. Every time he cheats, I transfer a portion of the assets under his name. Three chances remain. After that, he will have nothing left.

My fiancé fell in love with his secretarial intern and insisted on calling off our engagement. I tried to persuade him against it out of goodwill. “She doesn't come from a powerful family. She can’t help you become the Grant family’s heir. You should keep her aside for now." Humiliated, the secretary jumped to her death in public. Five years later, the first thing he did after becoming the heir was divorce me, destroying my family and leaving us ruined. “I'm clearing your debt with Nessa." When I opened my eyes again, it was my twenty-second birthday banquet. My fiancé’s grandfather asked what my birthday wish was. “I hope Harry and Miss White can share a lifetime of happiness and grow old together.” I bowed slightly. “Please, Old Master Grant, allow Harry and me to end our engagement.”

Catherine Turner was the naive young lady of the Turner family. She should be loved and treated like a precious jewel but the wrong marriage with Billy Rodriguez - the young master of the Rodriguez family - had brought her down to hell. Her beloved husband had an affair with her soulmate and planned to get the Turner family down. He took Turner Group as his property, made her mother and father die in an accident. Her eldest brother had been taken to a mental hospital. Catherine had lost everything, then she decided to risk her life to drag those two ungrateful people to the grave. After all her efforts, she failed and she was killed. When she was near death, she prayed to Mighty God that if she had a chance to do it again, if she could be reborn in a new life, she would change everything. She would stay away from these bad people who just used her like an ugly doll. She would take revenge for what they had done to her. And if she had the last chance, she would find him, Christoper Harris Borrisons. She would appreciate him - the one who did everything for her but did not want her to return anything, even though she had been cruel to him all the time. If there's an afterlife, I will find you and make up for everything that I owed you. And… if there's any chance, I will be truthful to myself, not living a lie anymore.

After my father-in-law's mouth started twisting to one side, my mother-in-law came back with a whole sack of venomous snakes and scorpions. According to her, it was some kind of folk remedy. Soak the creatures in alcohol, let him sit in it, then give him acupuncture. In three days, he’d be as good as new. When she explained it, the whole family froze. Some looked stunned, others outright terrified. I was the only one who clapped my hands like I approved. "Yeah, that sounds like a great remedy. You can tell it works just by hearing it. We should listen to Lucy. This way, we can treat Edward and save money. Isn't that perfect?" My mother-in-law shot me a disdainful look and let out a cold snort. "Look at you, finally behaving. Aren't you usually the one who loves to argue with me?" I just smiled and said nothing. In my previous life, the moment I saw my father-in-law's crooked mouth and unfocused eyes, I knew it wasn't simple facial paralysis. It was a stroke. However, my mother-in-law refused to believe me. She even accused me of wishing him dead. I tried to rush him to the hospital, but he shoved me hard. I tumbled down the stairs. Even as I lay there, bones broken and bleeding, they refused to take me to the hospital. They said I was faking it. That was how I died at their hands. Now that I've been given a second chance, I looked at my father-in-law with a bright smile. "Edward, this is just facial paralysis. Use Lucy's remedy, and you'll be fine in a couple of days."

After my rebirth, I avoided my family and my boyfriend like the plague. When they tried to throw me a birthday party, I faked an urgent business trip to dodge it. When my parents pleaded with me to move back, I secretly bought my own house that very night. When my boyfriend popped the question, I spun on my heel and married someone else. In my previous life, my sister and I were swept away in a raging flood. By sheer luck, a jagged tree branch snagged my clothes, saving me from the depths, but my sister drowned in the merciless current. My parents, consumed by grief and rage, gripped my throat and screamed, "If it weren't for you, Andrea would still be alive!" My boyfriend acted like it was no big deal, offering half-hearted comfort before we tied the knot. But on our wedding anniversary, during a family cruise, they cornered me on the deck and shoved me overboard. "Time to taste drowning yourself!" they hissed. It turned out they had never gotten over Andrea's death. My boyfriend had never forgotten about her. When my eyes fluttered open again, I found myself back on that fateful day. This time, I vowed to live for myself, reclaiming the joy they'd stolen from me.