Reborn To Love You Novels & Stories

"Lucas, I knew you wouldn't just walk away. You still care about me, don't you? I know I misunderstood you before. It was all my fault. You treated me so well in our past life, and I still hurt you. But I've figured it out now. "I don't regret a single day I spent with you back then. Lucas, I was wrong. Please, can you forgive me? Can we start over? We could have a child. Isn't that what you always wanted?" I frowned, meeting her tearful gaze. "Sophie, you need to understand. When we came back to life, that was the moment we truly ended. I have a new family now, a child of my own. I don't want to hear you say things like that again."

Before I could respond, Sienna grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me away. Some guests in the crowd had already stood up, recording the scene with their phones. I shook her hand off sharply. Sienna never learned to consider others' feelings. When she didn't want me, she cast me aside like trash. Now that she'd decided she wanted me back, she expected me to come running. Did she really think it would be that easy? "I don't love you anymore, Sienna. Please leave. The one I'm marrying today is Heather."

i said, my breath shaky, my hands trembling, I was sweating terribly. I’ll be coming home soon with Monique ,I hope you’ve cooked, you know how Monique likes your cooking, he said with that cold tone he usually used on me He didn’t even wait for a response, he ended the call. In my last life Blake had turned me someone who constantly begged for love, doing everything to prove I love him, I lost my family, myself and in the end I lost my life But not this time. I stood up from the cold tiles with renewed strength.

Not once did they smile. By the end, I wanted to walk out. But I didn’t. Because as much as I loathed them, I realized something. This body had been forged in rejection, in striving for impossible approval. It had been honed in fire. And fire was exactly what I needed. As the car drove me home, I stared out at the city lights, my reflection a stranger in the tinted glass. My old life had been stolen by people I trusted. This new one had been crushed beneath people who never cared.

A thank you for allowing me to be reborn to see the errors of my ways. We had to lose each other only to come back again stronger. Newer. Both of us, intertwined by fate, bound by our choices. Our love. And this was only the beginning. THE END

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.

When I opened my eyes again, I didn't immediately realize I had been reborn. I only noticed that the pain was gone. "Quit spacing out!" A sharp voice snapped me back. A rescue worker leaned out from the vehicle, looking impatient. "We can fit one more! Get in or die out there!" Closest to the door was my fiancé, Oliver. His gaze flickered between me and his first love, Lina. After a long, agonizing moment, he finally reached out a hand toward me.

I was done fighting. “It’s not worth it Bryce.” I sighed. “I literally died again trying….” “Again?” Bryce raised an eyebrow and I stopped. Shit. They were both staring at me weirdly. “What do you mean?” He pressed. Shit. Shit. Shit. I couldn’t tell them I was reborn. They would think I was insane. Why was I slipping more and more all of a sudden? “Nothing. I…I just meant…” I stuttered. “I don’t want to die. I just want to divorce him and go far away.”

Her expression wasn’t weighed down by fear or regret. There was a softness to her smile—a beginning blooming on her face. And I knew, without question, this was no longer a story about heartbreak or survival. It was a resurrection. A love reborn from ash. And this time, I would not let go. Not ever again.

I had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.