Strawberry Shortcake Reboot Novels & Stories

Fortunately, after my rebirth, I realized the comments weren’t real. I rejected that implanted memory, and the so-called comments stopped appearing. I immediately arranged for new doctors to treat my parents. A week later, their memories returned. On our first wedding anniversary, Berkeley and I went to celebrate on a private island he had bought for me. To make up for everything I had endured, he became the perfect husband in every way. Now I was pregnant. Unlike in my previous life, I no longer had to keep bearing children under my mother-in-law’s pressure just to have a son, nor did I have to endure raising five children while living with an abusive husband.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

"I am. Alice can't bear that I have moved on so fast. Makes me wonder why. Perhaps project Declan isn't working like she thought it would. I half thought she would appreciate my return. She was pretty calculated of what other pack members would think of her." "So you got what you wanted." "What do you mean?" Matt shrugged as he looked up from his glass to meet my eyes. I went into full assault mode. "Don't play dumb. Isn't that why you brought me here? To make your ex jealous? Well, it worked. So I'm going to assume that you won't be leeching on to me much longer. Like Alice had said, I'm nothing but a rebound to you. I am well aware even if you constantly refuse to admit it."

Roxanne's POV Before I was reborn, I already knew that my time was limited. Once I resolved Stefano's regrets, I would return to my own world. The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself still at the bottom of the sea. All I could see was pitch-black darkness as seawater flooded my nose. People all around were shouting my name, and the onlookers on the shore weren't indifferent either. They were all reaching out and straining in my direction.

“I’m so sorry.” I keep moving. I stay low to the ground because the air is better there. I feel like a ghost. I’ve lived twenty-two years as a ghost in this pack, so I’m good at it. At the east water trough, the air is a little cooler, but the water is black with ash. “Maren? Is that you?” I turn around. It’s Reva. She’s leaning against the stone trough, holding her arm. There’s a deep cut there, and she’s got two little kids tucked behind her legs. They’re crying.

I chuckled and asked, "So, how did you treat me? You blamed me for not being able to be with your beloved Janice, so you must have concocted all sorts of schemes to take revenge on me, no?" Luke's jaw slackened in shock, stuttering, "You… Theresa… You too…" I had reached the end of my patience with him. I impatiently honked at him, exclaiming, "Get out of my way! I need to pick up my fiance. I don't have time to waste reminiscing with you." Luke stood rooted to the spot and refused to budge. "No! Give me another chance, Theresa! Let's start over, okay?" Out of options, I dialed Ashton's number and told him to send his men to deal with Luke.

Odetta gave me a confused look and smoothed her apron. "It is the fourteenth day of the harvest moon," she answered slowly. My blood turned to ice in my veins. "The year, Odetta," I yelled. "Please tell me the damn year!" I begged her while my chest tightened. She took a step back and swallowed hard. "It is the year of the Silver Reign, My Lady."

The screen lit up: 20:12 - Friday, June 12, 2021. She blinked repeatedly, rubbing her thumb hard against the glass screen as if trying to erase the words, but the numbers remained still, coldly proving an absurd truth. Evelyn's pupils contracted violently, and her chest tightened. This was the summer of 2021. It was the day before she registered her marriage to Dominic Hayes in her past life. It was also the exact day all the brutal tragedies began. Heaven had truly given her a chance to return to the starting point of her hell. "Evelyn, the master requests you to come down to the living room immediately. He says there is a highly important matter regarding the marriage arrangement to discus

The way she'd look up and smile, telling Laura to wait just a little longer before they could indulge in the sweet treat together. Now, standing in the same kitchen, Laura attempted to recreate those memories. She washed the strawberries, sliced off their stems, and set about making the dough. It was a tedious process that took far longer than she remembered, but she persevered. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the oven dinged, signaling that the shortcakes were ready. Laura eagerly took one out and bit into it, expecting to be transported back to those carefree moments with her mother. The taste was familiar, yet somehow different. It was then that she realized: no matter how hard

“Fine, just a shortcake.” “Let’s bake a strawberry shortcake, then!”