Reborned Novels & Stories

I don't want to end up trusting someone and then have my trust betrayed the one thing that I don't want and I don't want to do things for the sake of doing an answer to break off my engagement with my ex-fiance because I don't want to have food you don't feel I wanted to know that the feelings I had were real and that we did happen. Recovery gives you time to get everything you need to get in order and when it happens with your memory it's like a movie of your life. When you wake up you become reborn again but you don't have empire you're still human that's the dumb part because it would be so cool if I woke up and I was a vampire because apparently when they are reborn they remember everyth

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

- I scrolled through various blogs and people’s opinions on Quora digest as I tried to find an answer to feed my curiousity but none of them seemed to believe in reincarnation and travelling back to the past in the first place, I clicked on a blog which finally seemed to believe in recarnation, but it just mainly talked about the spirit of the human being reincarnated inform of an animal or would be given a totally different body, I slammed my laptop close in anger, I’m fucking living my past again not as an animal , I’m living in my own body, is it too difficult to get an answer. I have so many questions and the paramount one on my mind is what happens to me after the one year is done.

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back."

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.

They were thrilled when the greater haunts paused because of me, seizing the chance my sacrifice gave them to flee without a backward glance. My awareness, my every sensation, did not fade until I was picked clean. I felt it all, every moment of being devoured. I saw with my own eyes my transformation from a person to mere fragments. However, who could have guessed that I, who had been tortured to death in the apocalypse, would find myself reborn a month before it all began? Staring at my whole, unharmed reflection, it all felt like a distant dream. I had to pinch myself, hard, before I could believe it: I was actually reborn!

This was about vengeance. I set the phone down, fingers trembling, then curling into fists. Let them think I was gone. Let them believe they had buried me. Because I was back. And this time, I wasn’t their prey. I was the fire coming for them in the dark.

The system responded instantly a soft hum, a pulse of light. A voice, faint and synthetic, echoed through hidden speakers: “Welcome, Elena Vaughn.” I stumbled back. “No… no, that’s impossible.” The voice continued, calm and eerie: >“Authorization confirmed. Sequence incomplete. Awaiting command.” Tears blurred my vision. “What are you?” But part of me already knew. Project Rebirth. Not a machine. A resurrection. A system designed to preserve and restore human consciousness. And somehow, it recognized me. My knees nearly gave out. My death my second chance it wasn’t divine fate. It wasn’t luck.

Reborn to a rich family and loved dearly, or Reborn as me back into my fifteen-year-old body to rewrite my story. I gave Aragon the middle finger, telling him to fuck off my face with his lies but he misinterpreted it as the first option. I got reborn into you right now. Lacy Jules, all this while we have lived another person's life while the people who had wronged us roam freely. They need to pay for everything they did to me! Please give me the opportunity to rewrite my destiny!