روايات وقصص ضمن Reborn To Marry My Past Love

Aveline watched the hospital recede in the rear window, her mind already racing ahead to what she would say, what she would do, how she could possibly undo years of damage in a single conversation. She didn't have a plan. Not really. Only a desperate, burning need to see him. To stop him from signing away their marriage. To find some way—any way—to make him understand that everything had changed. The taxi wound through the city streets, and Aveline's reflection stared back at her from the window—hollow-eyed, gaunt, a ghost of the woman she'd been just days ago. Or rather, three years ago. She still couldn't wrap her mind around it. The fire. Damien's betrayal. Lucian's voice breaking as he h

In my past life I threw tantrums and starved myself for days before he agreed to send my back to my parents in the city, I was so excited because I thought was going to be loved and cared for by my parents it was later on that I found out that the reason my grandfather adopted me in the first place was because he caught my stepmother Margaret Vale trying to drown me when I was just nine months old. My birth mother Selena Vale died during child birth and my father Edmand Vale brought in Margaret and her four month old baby Lucinda after two months under the vile of needing someone to care for me . It was during one of my grandfather’s unannounced visit that he caught Margaret trying to drown

His rhythm never slowed. The sounds of our bodies filled the small room. Skin against skin. Heavy breathing. The couch springs squeaking. He pulled back after a minute and looked at me again. "Tell me you are mine right now." "I am yours Preston" I said. It came out breathy because he was still moving inside me. He liked that. He smiled a little and sped up. "Good girl. Keep saying it." I repeated it a few times between moans. Ever since Pierce betrayed me, watching him be so gentle with my cousin right in front of me, watching him carry her out of the chaos while leaving me behind with an injured leg, I had given up on love entirely.

I recounted the events, the dark twists and turns that had brought us to the precipice of this ancient discovery. "It all began with a tragedy," I confessed, my voice quivering with raw emotion. "I was once a different person, living a seemingly ordinary life. But then... then I died. My boyfriend, Mark, betrayed me in the cruelest of ways. He took my life, leaving me lost in the abyss of death." Dr. Thorne leaned forward, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Reborn in the past," he mused, his voice laced with understanding. "A chance for redemption, perhaps?"

"Why are you doing this? Why are you pushing me... we always shared a connection..." I shuddered with tension as his eyes sucked me in deeper. I'd like to know what my motivations in the past were, but unfortunately, it isn't possible. “I died. And was reborn. I am not the same person you know. And not the woman you loved. She’s gone, and you have to accept that,” "Don't you think I’m unaware that you tried to elope with your mate? Is that the reason? The reason you risked everything, all for him?"

That doesn't matter. "What matters is that you mustn't lose all motivation for life and let yourself go just because I left. Alright?" I looked up in confusion. His unfinished thought made me wonder what I had done in my previous life that made him abandon me so decisively after he was reborn. In that previous life, the fervor of our young love led us into marriage. He had his dream of pursuing a career in music, and I wanted to study medicine. Both paths required money and energy, so one of us had to give way.

She was back, reliving the day that had changed everything. And James… he had no idea what the future held, how he would betray her, break her heart, and destroy her life or did he? She thought to herself. What if James and Alexis were both in on this the entire time.But now, she knew. She knew the painful memories of everything that had happened in the years that followed. She had been given a chance to change it all, to rewrite her story.But how? How could she possibly navigate this? What was she supposed to do?

Why did he seem to assume that I'd forgive him for all the pain he inflicted upon me the moment he cut ties with Vivian? He was probably used to getting everything he wanted when it came to me. When it came to us. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, my very last shred of uncertainty disappeared. "Horace, do you know what was the thought that made me happiest, when I found out I was reborn?" His hands clenched tightly, and his entire body trembled. "I was so happy that I was given a chance to choose to leave your side." "Impossible!" He was utterly enraged, reaching to grab my shoulders tightly. "It's because of Carl, isn't it? What's so good about that man, for you to be so devot

Luca bawled, his voice cracking from raw emotion. "I remember! I remember everything!" I looked down at him without saying a word. Thinking his words had caught my attention, Luca shouted even more frantically. "Our past life... The second I almost died in that basement, I remembered it all! We were married in our past life! We were so in love! You helped me run my turf, you went through hell for me! We really loved each other!" The guards around us had no idea what he was blabbering about, assuming he was just a lunatic who'd completely lost his mind.

And now, he was me. I turned away from the glass, the echo of my vow sharp in my mind. Alex. Emily. They thought they’d stolen everything from me—my life, my future, my heart. They had no idea what they’d unleashed. The old Max had died. This new Max? He would burn them down to ash.