Time Of Rebirth Mga Nobela at Kwento

My parents made Dana and me settle it with rock-paper-scissors. Loser had to marry the Baillieu heir—the so-called "freak." I won. Then flipped the script. "Cool. I'll take Blake. Dana can have the empire." Last time? I was dumb in love with Michael—Dad's adopted golden boy. Chose the company, stayed behind, and handed Dana off to Blake Baillieu. Big mistake. Six months in, Dana was gone—wrecked by that marriage. Right before she croaked, she texted Michael blaming me. Said I lost the game and ditched the deal, dumping Blake on her. Michael? Snapped. Dude went full psycho. Turns out, he and Dana had been sneaking around for years. He dragged me behind the Baillieu estate and forced a dozen intellectually disabled men to assault me. "If it weren't for your cruelty, Dana would still be alive! You'll pay for everything she suffered!" I was over eight months pregnant—almost due. Begged him to stop. Begged for my baby's life. He didn't care. Kept ordering them to take turns. Even when my water broke, he just watched. Both my baby and I died that night. Now? I'm back. And this time, I rewrote the story. Step one: marry Blake.

Cassiopeia the future Luna who can't shift has been neglected by her pack because of her scarred face, the small amount of respect she gains is just because she's the daughter of Alpha Magnus, the current Alpha of the Silver Moon pack. When Alpha Magnus died, everyone turned their backs and betrayed her, including Baron, who was supposed to be her mate and became the new Alpha rejected her in front of the pack, they believed she is a cursed Luna, who brings misfortune like what happened to Alpha Magnus, written on her scarred face. And Calypso, her best friend replaced her as the new Luna. But beyond the Silver Moon packs’ knowledge, Baron and Calypso planned everything from the moment Alpha Magnus died, and to the assassination of Cassiopeia. Yet the God of the moon and the prophecy has other plans for Cassiopeia, and now she's rebirth as the most beautiful she-wolf alpha, ready for her revenge and a responsibility enticed in her second chance to change fate. Along with her errand, she’ll cross the path with Ezra a human with a huge grudge toward werewolves, and Killian, the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack —the strongest enemy of the Silver Moon pack who was both on a mission, unexpected intimacy will sprout among the three. Secrets will unfold. Is there a chance that Cassiopeia will fall in love with Ezra when Killian shows signs as her true mate? When the future of the augury is foreseen, which unconditional love will continue to bloom? Will they allow the prophecy to decide their harshly bitter fate?

A rogue attack shattered my wolf, costing me my birthright as the pack's heir. But my mate, Alpha Kael, seemed devoted to me. For three years, he injected me with a "Lunar Essence" he claimed would help me heal. I thought he was the only wolf who truly loved me. I never imagined he was poisoning me with Silver Dust, a suppressant designed to crush my wolf's spirit. All to ensure my wolf would never reawaken, securing my adopted sister Selene's claim as the pack's Alpha heir. My hands shook, my world turning to ash, as I opened his safe. Inside was the proof. From the rogue attack to the loss of my wolf, it was all a conspiracy orchestrated by Kael and Selene. That night, I pulled the burner phone from my drawer and dialed a number I'd sworn I'd never call. "Grandfather, I'm coming home. I'll be there in seven days. Please send someone for me."

Samantha was condemned to slavery for a crime she didn’t commit—her twin sister’s mistake that left Alpha Kade’s parents dead and his sister broken. For five years, she endured beatings, humiliation, and the torment of serving Kade, who was once her childhood friend. When Samantha discovered she was carrying Kade’s pup, her secret was exposed: Kade was her fated mate. But instead of protection, Kade delivered the cruelest punishment of all: “I reject you as my mate. I never wanted you before, and I don’t now.” Shattered by his words, Samantha’s life ended in agony. Yet the Moon Goddess granted her a second chance at life... This time, how will Samantha live on? How will she take her revenge? And what greater purpose lies behind the Moon Goddess’s plan for her rebirth?

My husband's first love posted a video on her social media. In the video, the two of them were passing a playing card with their lips. When the card fell, their lips met in a kiss. They didn't stop—lost in the moment, they kissed passionately for an entire minute. Her caption read: [Still the same clumsy piggy! PS: Steve's skills are as good as ever!] I quietly liked the post and left a comment: [Congrats.] The next second, my husband called, yelling at me furiously, "No other woman is as dramatic as you! I was just playing a game with Lanie. Why are you acting crazy again?" It was then that I realized seven years of love meant nothing. It was time for me to leave.

On our Christmas break road trip, my cousin Felix Lloyd spotted some high-powered speakers at a highway rest stop. He had to have them—said he wanted to "blast it." "It's Christmas. We finally get to see everyone! We need some vibe!" My wife, Lana Ramsey, smiled and helped him pay. "Young people have energy. They know how to enjoy life." I yanked the power cord out. "Those aren't for regular cars. This is an EV. Overload it, and the whole system fries. Then what—just stuck in the middle of nowhere?" Lana's parents, Vincent and Donelia, booed me, calling me a buzzkill. Felix cranked the volume all the way up. Lana glared at me. "Say one more word and get out. I'll drive." Later, the speakers fried the battery system. We were stranded in total darkness on a rough mountain road. They finished the last of the food, then shoved me out to "go find help." I slipped, rolled down the slope, and died. When I opened my eyes, I was back—right when Felix jammed the speaker plug into the charging port. I grabbed a few more subwoofers and handed them over. "One isn't enough. Add more. That's how you really crank it."

On our seventh mating anniversary, my Alpha mate, Ronan Thorne, abandons me once again for his secretary, Evelyn Stone's sake. This time, I don't kick up a fuss at all. Instead, I calmly draw out a silver dagger in hopes of ending my life. The moment the tip of the dagger is pressed against my neck, I feel someone grab my wrist all of a sudden. "Why are you hurting yourself? Who broke your heart?" I looked up in a daze, only to see the 18-year-old version of Ronan. He's so anxious that his eyes have gone red. At the same time, he keeps trying to embrace me. "Tell me who that bastard is! I'll make him pay!" I don't explain anything at all. Instead, I merely utter his name softly. After that, the current Ronan personally locks me up in the dungeon. He claims that I need to reflect on myself—that I shouldn't target Evelyn out of jealousy. Just then, the younger Ronan appears again. He stares at the older and cold-looking Ronan outside the silver bars, then turns back to look at me with disbelief written all over his eyes. I just nod in response. He clenches his fists tightly. Soon, a furious roar escapes his throat. "He's not worthy of being your mate! I'll kill anyone who wants to hurt you, regardless of who they are!" As opposed to the 28-year-old Ronan, the 18-year-old version of him loves me more than anything else in the world. Naturally, he will definitely stick to the promises he has made to me.

Adeline Royce is the heiress to the rich Royce family, influential with a promising future, and living the simplest of lives, until she meets Conrad Basquire.He played with her heartstrings, tugged at her pockets and five years later, he pushed her off the terrace on the night of their big day sending her falling headfirst to the cold ground.  Hours later after being declared dead, Adeline Royce is revived, vengeance in her heart and a new light in her life someone she never imagined herself falling for Mikhail Leonidovich her godfather and her father's best friend. Mikhail is a recent divorcee he is  a skilled surgeon a composed man with roots in Russia and a man of mystery. She never thought she would find her salvation in Mikhail. But when Conrad fights back and the twists begin to spiral, Adeline realizes that her tale is only just beginning.

Days before Christmas, my girlfriend, Tessa Coleman, decides to take her assistant to the beach for the holiday. I don't argue or make a scene. I even help her pack her bags. But she sneers at me, mocking me for finally learning how to be sensible now that my legs are useless. As soon as she leaves, I reach out to her sworn enemy. In my last life, when I tried to stop her with my crippled legs, her assistant ended up brutally murdered at the beach. Tessa had acted like nothing had happened, but once I recovered, she hacked off my legs and killed me mercilessly. That was when I finally realized that she had hated me all along. This time around, I'll make sure she loses everything.

On my 22nd birthday, my uncle Scott discovered my diary. After he found out about my secret love for him, he sent me overseas. He then spent hundreds of thousands, marrying the love of his life.