Reborn To Ruin Him And Seduce His Rival Novels & Stories

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

- Mother was losing her patience. She started to see the bright side of this whole plan. Previous victories were quite impressive, and Mother was already plotting how to change it into her success. She would never allow the warriors to present it as their victory. All the glory should go to her. And now Mother had to face such a disappointment. - Which pack you attacked? - The Red Moon Pack. - Megan replied quickly. Mother focused on the name as it sounded familiar. After that, she knew the reason. It was the same place where Camille tried to seduce the Alpha. This place had to be cursed.

Sparks flew and the air crackled with energy as they fought with a ferocity rivalry born from years of wanting revenge. Reene helped to disturb Amelia and Zemirah struck her down with a swift and decisive strike. She fell to the floor, gasping with her eyes wide open. Zemirah said something to her before leaving her to die on the floor but Amelia did something nobody expected. She produced a blade and struck Zemirah with it, causing her to fall on the floor. Alpha Aurel who had been fighting the rogues felt that and went mad with the thirst for blood.

In my past life, he had himself been leading the revolt against his brother, and eventually even succeeded. I could hear the screams of the maids, and smell the thick black smoke as the castle went up in flames. These memories were all his doing, and yet here he was claiming he didn’t care whether or not Lucas ascended to the throne? Now, why are you acting out the role of a disinterested playboy whose only concern is when he can get his next lay? What is your scheme, Caleb? I considered briefly explaining everything to him, since I knew he must be intending to turn against Lucas. What if I admitted to my rebirth, that I had undeniably useful information which would guarantee to make his rev

They thought themselves righteous, Heroes, Protectors. They have no idea what they have just unleashed. "Ruin", I bellowed, and the very walls responded from the far corner of the room, a man emerged—tall, cadaverous, with ruby fire burning in his eyes, and a smile that promised ruin. Ruin....One of my earliest works. Ash, war, and vengeance incarnate."My lord," he answered, bending deeply. I did not deem sitting necessary. My anger had no patience for etiquette"Send them a message," I ordered coldly "Let them know what it is to cross me, burn down their temples, shatter their bones, make them beg."Ruin's head went back on laughter. "And Logan?"I stepped down from the throne, shadows dividin

"I know I was wrong, Isabella. Please give me another chance. I'll rise again and spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Let's go back to how things were." The letters made me laugh. We couldn't go back, not when the young man who once knelt in the rain and begged me to save him had died the moment he chose betrayal and greed. I slowly tore the letter to pieces, as if tearing apart that absurd past. "I don't take U-turns in life, especially not when the path leads me back to a trash heap," I whispered to the pale light creeping across the window. "My throne was forged from ruins, but the only one who can sit on it is the self reborn from the ashes."

she demanded, her eyes bright with excitement. Damian laughed, the sound easy and unguarded, nothing like the man he used to be. He crouched slightly to her level, allowing her to grab his fingers properly. “Alright, alright,” he said, shaking his head with mock seriousness. “But I should warn you—I’m a fierce competitor. I don’t lose easily.” She squared her tiny shoulders, lifting her chin in dramatic confidence. “Not scared,” she declared boldly. “I’m faster than you!” He raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider this. “Faster, huh? That’s a big claim.”

"Could it be... Could it really be... that I'm still alive? Have I truly been reborn?" Sigourney would live her life over again, one more time. This was not a dream. She had returned to six months ago-when she was at her most beautiful, most radiant, and had the strongest pillar of support in her husband. A faint smile curled on Sigourney's lips as she gazed thoughtfully out the window. This time, she would make them pay. Every ounce of suffering she endured in her past life-she would reclaim it all, with interest. A hundred, a thousand times over.

“This—this thing can’t be you.” He stepped closer, his clawed foot crunching stone. “Oh, but it is. I’ve been reborn, Lyra. The weak, grieving fool you knew is gone. This power—” his hands crackled, shadows spilling like ink between his claws—“this is what I was always meant to become.” I clenched my fists tighter, forcing myself not to back away. “What did you do to yourself?” “What I had to.” His grin was jagged, wrong, a caricature of the man I remembered. “Reina’s death broke me. Dominic’s lies chained me. But the darkness freed me. Now I see clearly. Now I know what must be done.”