Remake Our Life Characters Novels & Stories

Created a family that shouldn't exist but does. And now we get to live it. Raise our daughter. Build our future. Together. All of us. Forever. Unbreakable. Exactly as it was always meant to be.

Then a powerful voice echoed in the room, “Even if you die, it won’t make any difference to us.” Sia lifted her head and saw—two more men standing in front of her. And they were none other than her husbands. Both were 6 feet 3 inches tall. Their personalities were identical—strong, terrifying, and intimidating. But the difference was in their eyes—one had blue eyes, the other had black. 👿 Her step-sister Ritu ran and hugged both of them, and they quickly pulled her close to their chest.

Evidence of someone’s attempt to rewrite a life. “They have men whose only job is to rewrite these girls. They study their memory gaps and fill them with whatever story suits the cartel. Many of the girls don’t even know their real birthdays, real families, real nationalities. Their entire sense of self becomes something fabricated.” The thought cut through me like a blade being pushed in slow. I was impatient “Knox,” I said, forcing each word out evenly, even though I felt anything but even. “Where is she? Is she alive?”

Golden light spilled across the surface of the sea, so beautiful that it stole my breath. I was still here. I was still alive. The system spoke again, but this time, its voice was no longer cold and robotic. "Detected that player has completed self-awakening and reclaimed personal agency in the last ten days. Strategy target recalibrated from 'being loved by others' to 'loving oneself.' Mission successful. Reward is a new life." I went still. Then, I started to laugh. So that was it. The real goal of this whole strategy game had never been Blake. It had been me.

Shelly pov I'm crying in my room.i told my parents that I don't wanna to get Married right now. I want to complete my study and become something in future on my own. I want to make my career. But my parents said that they just wanna to marry me off to a good family and free from their responsibilities. Like seriously. Well my name is Shelly shukla. I am 19 year old with brown hair and hazel eyes. My skin is creamy white with round face and straight nose. My dream is to become a successful computer programmer in future. I just love technology very much.

in those 3 days' ritual, the demon and Jamie have to stay together one wrong move, their life can get in danger, they follow the ranking system, and racism is also practised there, Cali:- what are your plan, if you participate in meetings then they will take care of the survival of your character and company but you have to perform some stupid ritual, what about marriage have thought about it, you are very successful, you should find a wife and carry on your legacy, your child must be intelligent and handsome like you.

"I never imagined this is what the future heir of our pack is like." I smiled. If they wanted to call me a tyrant, I'd show them what an actual tyrant looked like. I took a microphone from one of the staff and spoke calmly. "In your eyes, what kind of man is Lucas?" "It's not hard to guess. A devoted son. Good character. Born poor but standing on his own two feet — a good man, right?" "That's exactly right!" someone in the crowd called out. I let my eyes sweep the room. Then my voice changed.

In the end, I never got my apology. And I didn't give her the drumstick. I tossed it into the trash and walked away. … The day of my wedding to Alexander arrived in a blur of grandeur and celebration. My plan was set: I would play my part, take my one million, and disappear. But after the ceremony, he pulled me aside, and his words changed everything. "Carmen, do you believe in past lives?" I stared at him, my breath catching in my throat. "You... you've been reborn too?"

My wolf had started to revive back as the poison almost completely gushed out of my system but the process of healing was still snail slow. My wolf and I still felt hella weak and my arm regenerated at a much slower pace than normal. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to sleep so bad !! Maybe sleep for forever ? I was tired of this game called Life. Marc had his revenge and Danielle was free. Danielle and Chester had each other. They had each other to look after and mate !! My demise won’t hurt anyone. Even my family had the other five sextuplets. One less won’t hurt anyone !! If anything, it would bring peace only.

She would be exhausted the next day if they played any longer. "Let's go." Raeleigh's character was called Arsel in the game. It was a simple name, and it didn't attract any attention. She also registered her character as male, so the girls in the game wouldn't interact with her, since she's not a master, and guys would just ignore her existence too.