Reborn With A Vengeance Novels & Stories

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

“I began to surround myself with myself because the only people who love and believe in me are me. “ “I realised that I was stronger than I ever thought I could be. I was kind, I was loving, and I was worthy of being loved in return.” “My mind flashed to one more thing, getting reborn by the moon goddess isn’t just giving me a second chance.” “I was reborn so I can have my revenge on the people who made my life a living hell.” “And now!!!, I will be starting the revenge with you.” I thundered in rage. “And the revenge starts by giving you a painful and anguish death.”

Caden’s voice broke through the daze, smooth and confident—“Say yes already, babe. My knees are killing me.” And that’s when it hit me. I’ve been reborn. I really have a second chance. I was back. Alive. Seeing everything in front of me and Caden's fake face, I clench my fists. This time… It was the start of my revenge.

reborn. The final memories flickered to life, a poignant conclusion to the tumultuous journey of my past. I recalled Haven's words, her voice filled with conviction and faith in me. She had believed in me, seen potential in the broken, angry young man I once was. Her words had been a balm to my soul, a reassurance that I was capable of more than I ever thought possible. And then, as we had agreed, she took all my memories, erasing the pain and the anguish, leaving me with a clean slate.

The intensity of my thoughts surged through me, fueling my resolve to seize control of my own destiny. In the dim light of my room, I plotted my revenge, weaving a narrative of deceit and manipulation. It was a dangerous game, one that could have consequences I hadn't fully anticipated. But I was beyond caring. The fires of vengeance burned within me, and I was ready to unleash them upon the world that had wronged me. I knew that Amber had truly been reborn—a phoenix forged from pain and anger. My mind raced, crafting a plan that would leave Brittany Davis shattered, just as I had once been.

"I will save my father and reclaim my life no matter what it takes." And with that promise, they disappeared into the rain, ready to face the next challenge in their dangerous game of mirrors and daggers.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

The truth was, from the first moment I saw him, I already knew—Alexander had been reborn too. But the mischief in me kept me from telling him that I had also returned from another life. Because I didn't want to revisit those memories again. Since we had already been reborn, this life was our true new beginning. The past could be treated like a dream—or like a movie I once watched. Either way, the present was all that mattered. I no longer wanted to dwell on the wounds I once carried. I only wanted to remember who stood beside me now. "Alexander," I said softly, "take care of me for the rest of my life, won't you?"