Revived Novels & Stories

He seemed disappointed or stressed, so I went to talk to him. “It`s been a while since we last spoke, my Advocate.” I said, “How`s life holding you?” “Life is great.” He said, “My life is the one we can call a messed up life.” “What makes you say that, sir?” “Maybe I`m cursed, don’t you think?” “Are you? I`m lost, find me!” “A few days ago, I almost became rich when I came across a backpack full of notes in pounds but…” “Wait, did you just say a backpack with pounds?”

He looks at the thing in his hands and then nods. “To have access into the main building, you'll be needing your card or that of a staff. They don't resume until 7 a.m in the morning. You can wait in the reception.” He ushers me to the lounge in the office foyer where I take my seat on a furry white sofa. “Are you saying even Mr Johnson's assistant resumes by 7 a.m?” “ You mean Miss Veronica? “Yes.” “Yes, even Miss Veronica. Only on occasions when there are businesses that wasn't finished the night before or when there are very important meetings to be held.”

I quickly climbed off the bed, grabbed my stethoscope, and pressed it against Blake’s chest. There was no heartbeat. He was definitely dead. I let out a long breath of relief. But something still wasn’t right. If he were truly dead, then my method should have worked without fail. The Revival Worm was naturally drawn to corpses. Once it entered the body, it would temporarily stimulate the man enough to let him spend one final intimate moment with his lover. At the same time, it would trigger the release of viable sperm.

Slowly, her eyes opened, and she stared at the ceiling above. “I was dead, right… so why am I in my room? Am I dreaming?” To confirm, she checked the date on her phone. The moment she saw it, her eyes widened in shock—had she gone five years back in time? The news on the TV showed the same date. Sia became certain that she had been reborn. She thanked God and made a promise to herself that this time, she would live for herself. She remembered how Ritu had come to her in anger today and troubled her, after which Sia had taken three or four sleeping pills in her room.

"You need to look at the main trading monitor immediately." Banjo frowned, his brow furrowing with irritation. "What is it, Jarrah? I'm in the middle of" "It's the Vance family trust, sir!" Jarrah interrupted, his voice rising into a sharp, desperate pitch. "The private vault in Zurich the master access code was just changed from the inside! Someone is executing a complete, hostile takeover of Vance Enterprises right now!" Banjo froze, his face draining of all color as he slowly turned his head to look at me.

"The only functions on these phones are making contact and the navigation features. How are we supposed to stay entertained for the week?" Even though she figured out that Liam was Viking due to the process of elimination, it was still a jolt to her to have heard his voice and confirmed it. She couldn't believe this was the man who had become her best friend online. Max didn't let the emotions show on her face as she wanted him to think she didn't recognize his voice.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close, and we stood together, watching and waiting. The clock on the screen showed less than ten minutes remaining when Anya finally spoke. “I think I have something,” she said, her voice strained. “It’s not the official sequence. But it’s a maintenance back door, a hard reboot protocol. It’s risky. It won’t be a gentle wake-up. It will be like flipping a switch. I can trigger the revival sequence, but the shock to his system will be… severe.” “Will he survive?” I asked, my voice tight.

I touched the spot where I had just been stabbed and it was closed, no sign that anything odd had happened, I slowly pushed myself out of bed, my legs still trembling, my pulse wouldn’t slow down,I frantically looked around my eyes searching for anything to confirm my suspicions. I spotted my phone on the bedside table, beside me,i hurriedly picked it up and checked the date Tuesday February 2022. Just 2 years before I had stupidly married and fully handed all of my shares worth billions of dollars to Blake,which then made him the sole owner of the company. I was given another chance My hands shook as I touched my face “I’m really back” I whispered Before I could properly think my stomach gr

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.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.