Relife Novels & Stories

Elizabeth felt that and she felt some relief in a place she didn’t know existed. Is that my soul? “Close but not really. Now, when I offered to give you body, I didn’t intend to return your old body to you. I will give you a body that would have shamed your previous ideal body.” “Wha-what?” “Elizabeth Moore. In your previous life, you were an amateur athlete that wished for nothing more than to make your grandfather proud by entering the Olympics and taking home the gold medal. You were talented but in all honesty, you would have not made it. If you were lucky and had bad opponents that year, you would have, at most, won a bronze. Your body had a limit in terms of… talent.”

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

"Your consciousness has been transferred to the core server. You are pure data now. No decay. No pain. No end." "We're ghosts in the machine," Alex says, looking at his luminous hands. "You are residents," Echo corrects. "This is the Afterlife I built for you. A paradise of your own design. You can live here forever. You can create worlds. You can relive memories. You can be young. You can be together." It sounds perfect. Eternal youth. Eternal pleasure. Eternal us. "However," Echo says. The titan leans down. "There is a choice."

"It says it can bring him back. It has his data, Kaz. He’s in a... a Buffer-State." Kazimir’s expression shifted from fear to a cold, hard anger. He didn't let go of her. "It’s lying. It’s a scavenger, Elara. It’s a vulture. It doesn't create life; it reanimates corpses. If it brings him back, it won't be Jun. It’ll be a puppet made of his memories."

“Even if she does, she won’t recognize what you’ll become by then.” He turned away, and I smiled despite the blood on my lips. He didn’t understand. Rebirth was never about monsters or immortality. It was about survival. About refusing to die when the world demanded you should. And Elena… she was the living proof of that. She had my heartbeat now. My code, my failsafe. Every pulse that tracker sent it wasn’t just data. It was a message. I’m alive. Come find me. The room darkened. My consciousness flickered again, fading in and out like a candle in the wind.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

The last data modification was made eight years ago by an authorized health tech network linked to Z-Core Medical Research Division. Some years ago, he was building Z-Core’s identity restoration project…“ReLife.” A private initiative for witness protection and trauma rehabilitation. Now I know the real reason it existed. It wasn’t protection. It was containment. By sunrise, I’m standing at the waterfront where she vanished hours ago. The sea mist clings to the air, cool and sharp. A vendor sets up his stall nearby, oblivious. A ferry bell rings in the distance. And I’m left with the impossible truth:

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"

Ivy Calloway dies the night her husband, Julian, humiliates her in front of his entire family, serving her divorce papers at their anniversary dinner while his pregnant mistress looks on. Fleeing the estate, she's killed in a car accident during the first tremor of a disaster the world hasn't yet named. She wakes up three months in the past with full memory of both nights still ahead of her, and discovers a Survival Space bound to her mind, a storage dimension where anything she stockpiles never ages or spoils. Using her foreknowledge, Ivy wins a fortune within days and begins quietly stockpiling essentials while dismantling her old life from the shadows, buying the lease beneath her husban

She died on her knees in the rain, clutching her dead children while the man she loved locked the door and left her to the monsters. Sera Quinn gave everything to her husband and the family she thought was hers… only to be thrown away when the apocalypse began. Her daughters’ screams were the last thing she heard before the claws tore her apart. Then she opened her eyes. Twenty-one days before the end of the world. Still pregnant with the baby she had already lost. And this time, she is not alone. A mysterious Bloodline Survival System binds itself to her, granting her a storage space and one clear mission: protect her bloodline at any cost. No more softness. No more blind trust. No mo