Novel & Cerita Sleeping Reborn

Alyssa Watson I jumped out of the bed, forgetting my body was still weak and went to stand in front of the full-length mirror. Have I been reborn? Did the heavens decide to have compassion on me just as I have requested? I touched the unfamiliar face and absentmindedly, a grateful smile crept out of my lips. I have been reborn! I have been given a second chance! I threw a punch in the air and muttered, "Yes!" "What are you doing?" A voice asked, jolting me out. Swiftly, I turned my head and was captivated by the man standing beside the door, holding the doorknob.

"Oh, and Loanne? Before I go... I found a silk robe in the laundry last night. Jasmine-scented. It’s not my size, and it’s definitely not yours.” I watched as her face twisted into a blend of jealousy and panic. She thought they were on the same team. I was revealing that Silas was a man who looked out for himself, and if the brakes failed, she might be the next one to be an "accident" he needed to remove. I left her standing there, breathless and questioning her partner in crime. As I made my way to the garden where the music began, I spotted my father. The priest stood at the altar. Silas had returned to his position, looking sweaty but resolute. He thought if he could just get through the

Lana I waited the whole night, but my husband never came back home. Not like this was the first time he had slept outside, but for the past ten years, I somehow found myself waiting for him, staying up and standing by the door for almost half the night, hoping he would come back, hoping our past love could be rekindled. But the more I tried, the more he slipped away. He didn't even consider me a wife anymore since he stopped making love to me.

Eira POV: They say death is similar to a reawakening. Except I didn’t feel awakened, i felt reborn. I lay on my bed staring blankly at the ceiling. Sleep was not an option. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw them, screaming for help, while I stood there doing nothing. I rolled over to the other side of the bed. My body was almost healed up. However, my soul was still bruised. Draven and Darius had kept to their rule of not leaving me. They took turns coming to check up on me.

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

“Checkmate.” The light engulfed the room bright, soundless, and infinite. It tore through the machines, through the codes, through the decades of horror that Victoria had created. For a heartbeat, I felt everything:Liam’s voice calling my name, my father’s love, the pain, the freedom, and then nothing at all. Darkness swallowed me. But somewhere in that silence, I felt a pulse again. Not my own this time. A new one. Slow, faint, alive. And I knew this wasn’t death. It was a rebirth.

He lay on my bed with a grim expression, the crimson blood from his tail soaking my blanket. Looking at the web of wounds covering his body, I subconsciously reached out, but Thalyx pushed me away with a fierce look before my fingers could touch them. "Don't touch me." His cold eyes were filled with disgust, and he raised his head proudly as if he were the owner of this room. "I-I need treatment. Give me the medicine, and I'll repay you many times over in the future." Seeing Thalyx's arrogant expression, I knew he had been reborn like me.

Then, faintly — not through sound, but through pulse — came an answer. I’m here. The voice vibrated inside him, resonating in the marrow of his bones. It wasn’t coming from the air anymore — it lived beneath his skin, within his blood. The bond had changed. What had once been a whisper from beyond was now a heartbeat within. And for the first time since his rebirth, Soren felt something close to fear. He rose slowly, his boots sinking into what looked like snow but wasn’t. When he knelt and brushed his fingers through it, the flakes disintegrated into gray dust. Ash. The ground was made of it — soft, weightless, dead.

“You will become bound to a mortal form, and the knowledge of your past will lie dormant, until the soul awakens.” Jaeni's voice was strong, carrying a gratitude so deep it ached. “Thank you, Selene. I swear upon the moon’s light that I will honor this vow, binding my silence to your command.” Selene raised her hands, and a soft light surrounded Jaeni. “Then you shall be reborn, but with no memory of what you were, nor what you lost. You will be given a new vessel, one young but unclaimed. Azmariah will live again.”