The Glory After Rebirth Novels & Stories

Was she in heaven? Or in hell? As she slowly lifted her arm, she could feel it being sore and weak. People used to say that people do not have any sense after they are dead. So, in this case, should she still be alive? The gentle sunlight shone through her fingers, giving it a radiant glow. All of a sudden, she realized that her hands looked nicer now. It looked white and slender. It was not the skinny and claw-like fingers anymore. Then, she lifted the other hand and noticed that it had also become prettier.

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

He could see from the morning sky that it was still early. Ignoring the man in bed, Natalie hurriedly went to the bathroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, still with a hint of baby fat on her face. She gently touched the contours of her eyes, which still felt sore. Then she felt her arms, which were still tingling from the burns. She had actually been reborn! She could still vividly remember the despair and excruciating pain of being engulfed in flames in her last moments. Natalie sank down to the ground, hugged herself, and comforted, "Natalie, God is fair and just. You shouldn't have died."

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

“Rebirth? Impossible.” Shock. Disbelief. Then anger. “Yes,” I said, my voice steady but filled with quiet power. “I am Lyra Draven reborn through Mia’s body. When Mia’s despair drove her to take her own life, the Moon Goddess heard the cry of two lost souls. She did not see sin in our suffering… she saw purpose. So she bound my dying spirit — Lyra’s soul to Mia’s fading heart, giving us both a second chance. Her death became my rebirth.”

Well, now something is reborn within me. Let my hope blaze, sweet invisible light, Now it shall burn with flames, Within the eternal night, Its heat shall burn bright with a will nothing will ever tame And if I fall or rise, I will do it on my own. “I need these glamour potions and the smell inhibitor again. I have to become a new person, Stine, with a new appearance, scent everything. I was ready to once again be reborn and this time nothing would make me fall.” The angel of revenge is back and she wants flames/fire.

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

I stood up from the cold tiles with renewed strength. I was no longer the girl who obeyed his every command even though i was hurting, the girl who was scared to lose him, the girl who waited for him to choose her. I was Clarissa hart, daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the city, a woman who had willingly given her life to the wrong man. Not again. Today I would take the first step. I would see my parents again. The parents I haven’t seen for years, the parents I didn’t get to hug one last time before my death, Blake made sure of that

"The past's over. Our new story has just begun." The betrayal, cold, and despair buried in the snowstorm all belonged to Raine of the past life. In this life, I had a man who loved me, my parents, and the simple, beautiful warmth of a real home. I was finally alive. "Let's go. Everyone's waiting for us." "Sure." I lifted the hem of my gown, took Conrad's hand, and pushed the doors open. Behind them, I was greeted with a wave of cheers and blessings. Hand in hand, we walked forward into the light.