Revenge And Rebirth Novels & Stories

and followed along as the story unfolded. When I first began writing this story, I never imagined how deeply it would resonate with so many of you. EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! was born from the themes of love, betrayal, growth, and healing. It became a journey of rediscovering one’s worth after heartbreak, and how, sometimes, the greatest revenge is simply living life on your terms, stronger than before.

Daphne asked, I relunctantly lifted my gaze from Damon and turned to her, I held my bag up to my shoulder and fully turned to look at her, with my hands folded across my chest. “I might want to get revenge, but I don’t want to spend my lifetime doing that,” I muttered in reply, she nodded slowly whispering something that I barely heard, I slowly turned back to look at Damon but his gaze was still on me, I raised my eyes at him tilting my head to the side, he swallowed hard and slowly looked away from me, “Do you really want to do this?! We loathe your family so much,” he said, I scoffed as a small wry smile tugged at the corner of my lips,

Mother watched her with eyes wide open. - I am the woman who was reborn after her mate drowned her. Moon Goddess blessed me with immunity to the magic and other gifts. I was reborn to save my people and get revenge on those who hurt me. I thought I knew who I should blame for my suffering. But now I see that I was wrong all this time. - Katherine looked at the highest witch. Mother was watching her with utter shock. - Camille.- She whispered.

he whispered, and this time I heard him clearly. Baby? Is that what angels call people now? Wait…no. This isn’t right. I…I died. I felt the fall. I heard my bones break. I tasted blood. I made a wish for vengeance. So… how am I here? Can anyone survive that fall? Or… Did something hear me? Some entity? Some force that feeds on pain and revenge? If that was the price… if I was reborn for vengeance…then I would pay it. Gladly.

The same love I kept on denying and calling it friendship and pushed him away? Theo looked at him with patient eyes, waiting for me to speak up.. When I didn't, he just held me tighter.. I sighed feeling his warmth.. We'll see what happens next.. But I can't lie to him and hurt him anymore.. "I am reborned.. I know it sounds crazy but it's true.. " I felt him stop breathing for a moment before kissed the back of my head for me to continue.. "I already lived my life and saw my tragic end.. And also saw the people who caused it.. I was too naive to not see through their intentions.. But this time, I won't be this naive.. I'll take revenge from them.. I'll make them pay heavily.. "

​I didn't give a damn about their empty, pathetic threats. ​In my first life, I had died because I was pathetic. I had died because I foolishly trusted the hollow kindness of others, paralyzed by a naive, suffocating fear. But now? I was a cold-blooded tactician reborn from the very depths of hell itself. I had clawed my way back to life for one reason only: vengeance. I would never again allow a single soul, or any twisted trial system, to look down on my existence. ​Suddenly, a massive, burning-hot hand clamped around my waist from behind, gripping me with a brutal, terrifying possessiveness.

It was such a grotesque sight. Clara was dead. The preliminary forensic report concluded that the Fertility Transfer System had forced her to conceive over 100 puppies and dragged out the pregnancy for an entire year before she finally gave birth. Anyone could imagine the misery she had endured during that year. But as I stared at the footage, I didn't feel a single shred of pity. All I felt was a deep sense of satisfaction. Justice was finally served. Colter and Clara had paid the price for everything they had done. As for me, surviving the ordeal taught me to cherish the life I now had. My family and I enjoyed a peaceful and happy life together.

The strength in Victor’s body gave out. I released him, picked up a knife nearby, raised my hand, and drove it down. Thud. Thud. Thud. Again and again, until his body was nothing but a sieve. Then I used my ability once more, draining every last drop from the remains on the ground. Ten years of torment and humiliation, and all the restraint and planning after my rebirth, finally ended today. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed at the sky. “I’ve taken my revenge! Today, I finally got my revenge!”

As the jet took off, piercing through the storm clouds on its way toward Scotland, Gabriel finally began to speak. His voice came through the cabin intercom cold, flat, and devoid of any emotion. “Mavric, do you truly believe your father was some kind of hero trying to protect you?” Gabriel began, launching straight into a psychological assault. Julian Thorne created the Rebirth Programme not to save the world. He built it simply because he could never accept the reality of Catherine’s death. He intended to use Liora’s biometric data to implant Catherine’s memories into a new vessel.

Because I had been the one to break free. Real rebirth isn't revenge. It's simply leaving. From today, my life would no longer revolve around Ryan. I would live well, and I would live for myself.