Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn For Abel 소설 & 이야기

"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

And when she came crawling back, he would magnanimously forgive her. Minutes ticked by, then hours. Outside, the sky began to dim. She didn't contact him. A tendril of unease began to snake its way through his heart. He closed his eyes, focused, and sent a call down the mate bond that connected their souls. Elara. Nothing. He tried again, this time pouring his Alpha power into it, forcing it against the invisible door. Elara! Answer me! The other end of the bond was a silent, bottomless abyss—a dead void.

She twisted away promptly, hardly sparing me as much as a glance or comment. Abel: 1, Solana: 0.

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and told Lily, “And you, you have to believe him too. You can’t listen to rumors for no reason.” Lily, who was still feeling embarrassed, simply replied with a muffled, “Oh.” “When will you recover? Will Uncle Collin and the others be able to ‘cure’ you?” She changed the topic. Reina shook her head, and her expression relaxed. She leaned back on the sofa leisurely and looked at Abel. “I’m not sure! I came back because of your family’s arrangements!” She was happy that she could just sit back and relax for once. Just based on the fact that Abel could easily resolve their predicament without discussing it with them before bringing them back t

I had known and I had prepared and I had told myself I was ready and I had believed that. I understood now that ready and prepared were not the same thing as this not landing. Not as painful exactly. But as something. As the particular sensation of a door you thought you had closed being pushed against from the outside. "How is it landing?" I asked. My voice came out even. I was grateful for that, the evenness of it, the control, the seven months of building a version of myself that could receive difficult information without the receiving of it showing on the surface. "Mixed," Abel said. He put his phone down on his knee. "Some outlets are framing it the way we'd want, a desperate man makin

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