Revival Novel Novels & Stories

Just as Ayleen was about to head to the register, she remembered the novel she’d wanted to buy earlier. She hurried over to the novel section where the book was located. Unfortunately, when she looked for it again, it was no longer there. “Ah, but I really wanted to buy it,” Ayleen lamented. She sighed in disappointment. She remembered that the book she wanted to buy was one of the most popular ones. It sold out quickly and was often out of stock. Usually, people had to pre-order it before they could get their hands on it. About an hour ago, she’d felt so lucky to have found the book without having to pre-order it.

Dear Beloved Readers, Thank you for supporting me throughout Liam and Charlotte's story. I know many of you wish to continue with this story, but it has already ended. I felt it has just the right amount of closure to conclude this book. I love all your eagerness. This was my first attempt to write a rebirth story, and I hope you enjoyed it. In a way, it was different than most of what I have written so far. Don't forget that this is my entry to the Goodnovel Contest, "Remorse-Revenge-Redemption." Feel free to drop your gems and re-read the book as many times as you wish. Your reads and gems will help me win the contest.

My head felt light, "Tokyo? He just ran away? The Richard I know doesn't just run away. He fights. He doesn't accept defeat." I thought about my past life, the one I had been reborn from. I had come back three years in time to fix everything, but the story was changing. It was nothing like the usual script I had remembered. Richard was gone. Eleanor was dead, and Katherine is lurking in the shadows. Was it that easy to be finally free? "Maybe he finally gave up," Michelle suggested, sounding relieved. "Maybe he's really scared of my brother." "Maybe," I whispered. But deep down, a chill ran through me. It felt too easy. It felt like a lie.

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

“She’s trying to prove something.” Cassie rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s working. People are talking.” Melody stayed quiet. Because deep down, she was afraid Cassie was right. Ariella wasn’t just changing. She was rising again. Only this time… Melody had no control over her. --- Evening – Ariella’s Room Ariella scrolled through old text messages she had saved in a hidden folder—proof from her past life of betrayals, screenshots, and whispers she hadn’t understood before.

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

I had waited for two good years, two long years to hear this news, to hear that my Emily was going to wake up again. Now, it felt like what had been missing from my life was going to be added back again, I felt new. My love was going to wake up again. “This is a miracle!” The doctor exclaimed.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

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.

She needed some time alone. Emma threw the beige duvet aside and gently rose from the bed, hands resting against the cold wall for support. The room was big, and the glass windows had silk curtains drawn off to the side. She walked over to the window, feet bare. The sunrise was stunning. As she stood there, her gaze remained fixed on nothing, in particular, just lost. Her mind started to fill up with different thoughts once again, and she didn't like it. Didn't like the memories she had or the images that were flashing before her eyes again and again. Images from the past, reminiscences from when they first met, flashbacks from the times they had spent together, and lastly images from yester