Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn For Abel Novels & Stories

Her hands were shaking, and she pressed them flat against her thighs and stared at the floor and tried to remember how to think. "What is today's date?" she asked. He looked at her. A pause. "June fifth." "The year." Another pause, this one longer. "2024." The words landed like stones dropped into still water, the ripples spreading out and out until they reached every edge of her. She pressed her eyes shut. The prison floor. The moon. The last tear she had ever cried. She had come back. She was really, truly back. And this time, she was going to make every single one of them pay.

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?"

~ELENA’S POV ~ I stood before the grand mirror in my chambers, staring at what was left of me. My hands ran down the embroidery of my ceremonial gown—heavy and suffocating. Just like the weight of being the Alpha of Sizzle pack which I carried for years. Unfortunately, that weight was taken off my shoulder. At first I was happy I was doing something like that. Sacrificing my position for my mate, Vernon. That was the best decision to me given the fact that I couldn’t morph.

Cyrus is still wallowing in divorce and his retarded brain cannot strategize anything like that. Only Abel would know who might benefit from his downfall. And he wouldn’t trust me enough to share, but I will find a way to pry it out of him later. "Book the Sofia girl for me. I want to meet her,” I command and the detectives exchange shocked glances. "I doubt she caters to our gender," the woman counters. "Then use a man's name," I insist. ABEL BLACKWOOD'S POV I watch my phone ring until it stops vibrating. She has no right to be calling me and I have zero desire to talk to her, not even when her divorce with Cyrus is breaking over every media outlet today.

a sob escaped my lips. I pressed my lips into a thin line to strangle my screams, but tears kept spilling and spilling. All I asked for was an answer. An answer to why it’s so hard to enjoy life like every other person. Why would I be an Alpha’s daughter in my new life, one without a mate again? “You should remain silent as always, Moon goddess. I’ll do what I can to make sure I clear my name as Annabel.” “I no longer want to hear from your cruel self, suit yourself Moon goddess!”

“Abby, I think I can give you the baby you’ve always wanted.” I’m taken aback, my head reeling at his words. “A baby?” I whisper, my voice trembling. “What are you saying?” “I’ve been looking into experimental treatments,” he says softly, his brown eyes meeting mine. “Abby, there might be a way to restore your dead ovary and help you get pregnant.” “I never asked for this,” I say with a shake of my head. “And I’ve already told you I don’t want IVF.” “It’s not IVF,” he says. “And I know you didn’t ask outright, but I know how badly you’ve always wanted to be a mom. That’s why, in exchange for this deal, I can do my best to give you a baby.”

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

Right up to my deathbed, our son, Albert Holt, would still earnestly plead, "Mom, just divorce Dad. You're inferior to Aunt Vivian in every way. Dad has suffered by being with you all these years, so let him go." I lay in the hospital bed, looking at my indifferent husband beside me. He said nothing, and that deathly silence confirmed his agreement with those thoughts. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, then slowly released it. No! I would not repeat the same mistakes in this lifetime. I picked up the pen and slowly wrote two words in the applicant column: Vivian Hayes. Since Sebastian loved Vivian so much, he should have it his way. I handed the completed application to t

He said, "Let's keep in touch on WhatsApp. When we're both free, we can arrange a time and place to bond." Stella said, "Sure." Ronan put away his phone and glanced at Abigail. "Are you going back to Valtara?" Abigail replied, "I'm planning to return to Florivera." Ronan was jealous. "What exactly do you see in that man? What does he have that makes you so devoted to him?" Abigail responded, "I don't even remember you, and I can even make you like me for so many years. What is it about me that's so great?"

The moment I opened my eyes, I could not stop smiling. Just with the absorption of one core, something within me had changed, permanently too. Even though there were no visible physical changes, I knew that I had evolved. I could feel it from every inch of my bones. I slowly unclenched my fist even as I kept smiling. Even with that small of a movement, I could feel the change in my body. My bones felt stronger, so did my muscles. And when I clenched my fists tighter, I could feel that my fingers now had far more strength than they had ever had, even after the apocalypse started.