The Reborn Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dying from wolfsbane, I came back six months into carrying his pup. I went straight to a witch, begged for a potion to slow down the pup's growth. Choked it down. Then every day, I padded my belly with rabbit fur and kept up the act. In my first life, Emily and I went into labor on the same day. She popped out a perfect silver-white pup. Me? A white wolf giving birth to some scrappy mutt. James—Alpha of Ebonfang Pack—looked me dead in the eye and swore I betrayed him. I begged him to test the pup's blood. He did. Results came back: father was from an enemy pack. He called me a traitor, said I slept with the enemy, cut the bond, and threw me out. Five years rogue gutted my wolf. Then he showed up again. Guilt all over his face. "Emily got played by a Darkclaw wolf. She's just an omega—she wouldn't have survived going rogue. I had to swap the pups. Didn't you get the supplies I sent? Whatever, it's over. I'll take care of you now." Emily shot me a look full of venom and passed me a teapot. Didn't even get a word out before the wolfsbane kicked in. I died choking, eyes wide, body frozen. But now? I'm back. I know everything. Let's see how they plan to win this time.

Catherine Turner was the naive young lady of the Turner family. She should be loved and treated like a precious jewel but the wrong marriage with Billy Rodriguez - the young master of the Rodriguez family - had brought her down to hell. Her beloved husband had an affair with her soulmate and planned to get the Turner family down. He took Turner Group as his property, made her mother and father die in an accident. Her eldest brother had been taken to a mental hospital. Catherine had lost everything, then she decided to risk her life to drag those two ungrateful people to the grave. After all her efforts, she failed and she was killed. When she was near death, she prayed to Mighty God that if she had a chance to do it again, if she could be reborn in a new life, she would change everything. She would stay away from these bad people who just used her like an ugly doll. She would take revenge for what they had done to her. And if she had the last chance, she would find him, Christoper Harris Borrisons. She would appreciate him - the one who did everything for her but did not want her to return anything, even though she had been cruel to him all the time. If there's an afterlife, I will find you and make up for everything that I owed you. And… if there's any chance, I will be truthful to myself, not living a lie anymore.

Vivian Sinclair was the orphaned daughter of a general who sacrificed his life in the war. The king took pity on her and decided to arrange her marriage himself. In her past life, she was married off to the crown prince, Julian Winchester, and endured endless humiliation at his side. Then, one day, she overheard him say in private, "She forced her way into this marriage. She deserves everything she gets." That broke her, and she asked for a divorce. The night before she was set to leave the palace, she woke up at the age of seventeen again. The king sat at the head of the room, smiling warmly at her. "Tell me, who do you like? Don't be shy." Vivian lowered her head. "I've had feelings for Prince Damian for a long time." Damian Winchester the Pacifier, was strikingly handsome and brilliantly talented. However, he'd been gravely wounded in battle and hadn't woken up since. The physicians said he probably never would. Everyone thought Vivian had lost her mind. But when everyone picked on her in her past life, Damian was the only one who reached out his hand. - Julian's memories of his past life began to slowly return. He stormed into Damian's estate like a madman, ready to drag Vivian away. However, what he found stopped him cold. The sheer curtains around the bed swayed gently around her small figure, curled up fast asleep and looking completely at peace. His uncle, a man he'd been terrified of since childhood, sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at Julian with an amused smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "If you wake your aunt-in-law, kiss the crown prince title goodbye."

The first thing I did after being reborn was strip naked and walk into the room of Cain Edmonton, Alpha of the Northera Pack. That was because in my previous life, I'd been forced to mate with Cain's adopted son, Lukas Edmonton. I was even marked by him. After Lukas woke up, he completely denied forcing me to mate with him. He believed I had deliberately walked into his room and seduced him while he was in heat and not fully conscious. Later, we held our marking ceremony because I was with pup. During our eight years of sharing a mate bond, he barely ever came home. He spent most nights fooling around with his lover outside. Even when I went into premature labor and nearly bled to death, he never once came to see me. It wasn't until the pack was completely surrounded by vampires, and we lost all our territories. The evacuation helicopter only had one seat left. Everyone thought he would keep it for himself, but Lukas shoved me toward the final seat instead. "Go! Cecilia, I'm giving you the chance to live. If there's another life, please stay away from me. I only want to be with Isabella." The next second, vampires dragged him into the flames, while I died in a helicopter crash shortly after. What Lukas never knew was that he wasn't the only one who went into heat that night. His father, Alpha Cain, had gone into heat as well. After being reborn, I decided to give him what he wanted and let him be with Isabella Lancaster. In this life, I pushed open Cain’s door and walked toward him with nothing on. His cheeks were flushed. "Cain, let me help you."

She died betrayed. Woke up claimed. Taylor Carson never thought in a second that a few minutes after handing divorce papers, the next minute, she was entangled by three Alphas. The Wolfric Pack calls her their Luna. But she knows one truth. That could ruin her life. Everyone watches her; she isn't the bride. But a soul that could change everything. She was brought here for something darker. Taylor was left to choose between being someone's pawn or following her feelings in the dark game.

The day my husband, Ethan Hart, posted wedding photos in a bridal gown with the college girl he was sponsoring on his social media, I didn't fly into hysterics like I usually did. Instead, I gave them a like. I even left a comment: [Such a perfect match. Let's all wish the newlyweds a lifetime of happiness.] People in our circle said I was the most pathetic wife alive, letting the mistress walk all over me without resistance. A week later, he came home and explained, "It was just an act. Her grandfather is sick. Before he dies, he wants to see her get married." I nodded calmly. "I didn't take it seriously. I believe you." In my previous life, I had stormed into their wedding ceremony that very day and caused a scene, ruining their wedding. To punish me, Ethan went after my parents' company. He drove them into bankruptcy and forced them to jump to their deaths. And I was sent to a mental hospital by that woman, tortured until I truly went insane. So in this life, reborn with everything laid bare, I no longer crave his love. All I want is his money. Every time he cheats, I transfer a portion of the assets under his name. Three chances remain. After that, he will have nothing left.

When my best friend and I realized we had been reborn and traveled back several decades, we locked eyes, collapsed into each other's arms, and sobbed, shouting that we wanted to break off our engagements. The entire neighborhood whispered that we had lost our minds. But only we knew the truth. In our past lives, this was the day everything was sealed: she married a battalion commander, Ned Stark, and I became the wife of a high school teacher, Robbie Stark. My husband betrayed me. For the sake of that pretentious whore, Scarlett Wheaton, he stole my university admission letter and let her take my place on campus. The world mocked me as a failure, and Robbie stood by in silence. After we married, every time he touched me, he would immediately write another love letter to Scarlett—atoning for his supposed guilt. "Scarlett, even if I can't be with you in this life, my soul will always belong to you alone." Even my own child despised me, calling me an ignorant village woman, urging me again and again to divorce so that his father could be with his "true love," Scarlett. And my best friend, Rachel Croft—born the daughter of a factory director—was tricked by her husband, Ned, under the pretense of buying a house. He drained her savings and her wages for twenty long years. It wasn't until she fell gravely ill and went to sell the house that she discovered the deed he had given her was a forgery. The real house—the one paid in full—was in Scarlett's name. One of Scarlett's dresses cost more than my friend's entire monthly salary. When Rachel begged to reclaim what rightfully belonged to her, she was met only with contempt from Ned and her child. "All you ever care about is money. You're nothing like Scarlett, who isn't materialistic at all. Your illness is retribution," Ned had said. "Exactly. Only someone as noble and kind as Scarlett deserves to be my mother!" her child had said. Rachel and I both spent our lives working ourselves to the bone, only to end with nothing—dying bitter and broken from the injustice. But this time, fate has given us another chance. I will go to university. Rachel will become a wealthy woman. This time, without us paving the way, those shameless men and that wretched woman think they can still live happily ever after? Dream on.

"I never thought I’d be able to love someone so intensely, but I love you." This is what Kate Amarantt thought the moment she realized she was in love with her boss, Cassian Belmontt. After fleeing a relationship with constant assaults, Kate left New York, stopping in Toronto, Canada, where she got a job as a cleaning assistant at a major company. She swore she would never be able to fall in love with another man again, but after a masquerade ball, she saw it all change in the blink of an eye. Camouflaged behind a mask of lies, the woman finds herself increasingly involved in a web of feelings and traumas, which even being things of the past, still insist on pursuing and tormenting her. Will she be able to overcome such memories? Will Cassian and Kate’s love really happen?

I've been in a relationship with my older brother's best friend, Alpha Alexander Parker, for seven years. But there's a twist—this relationship is a secretive one. After having too much moonshine to drink one day, Alexander tells me drunkenly, "Willow, Stella is with pup now. If she doesn't have a mate, she'll get exiled out of the pack by the elders. Is it okay if I give her the Luna position for now?" In a calm and docile tone, I reply, "Okay." In my previous life, I didn't agree to Alexander's suggestion. I also insisted on holding the mating ceremony with him. Meanwhile, Stella Lockhart's belly continued to grow as weeks passed. In the end, she couldn't conceal it anymore. The enraged elders eventually cast her out of the pack. After Stella was gone, Alexander no longer came home, nor did he speak a word to me. I knew that he blamed me for everything. Some time later, I died from overwhelming guilt and depression. When I was about to close my eyes, I saw Alexander rushing into my room in alarm. Stella, who was supposed to be cast out of the pack, trailed behind him with a pup in her arms. That was when I finally realized that while Alexander was Stella's savior, he was never the most suitable mate for me. Now that I'm reborn, I don't turn his suggestion down. Instead, I decide to cut off all ties with him so that he and Stella can live happily ever after.

My fiancé fell in love with his secretarial intern and insisted on calling off our engagement. I tried to persuade him against it out of goodwill. “She doesn't come from a powerful family. She can’t help you become the Grant family’s heir. You should keep her aside for now." Humiliated, the secretary jumped to her death in public. Five years later, the first thing he did after becoming the heir was divorce me, destroying my family and leaving us ruined. “I'm clearing your debt with Nessa." When I opened my eyes again, it was my twenty-second birthday banquet. My fiancé’s grandfather asked what my birthday wish was. “I hope Harry and Miss White can share a lifetime of happiness and grow old together.” I bowed slightly. “Please, Old Master Grant, allow Harry and me to end our engagement.”