True Of Rebirth

Sa nakaraang buhay ni Yvette Dantes, siya ay pinagtaksilan at niloko ng kanyang kasintahan at matalik na kaibigan. Hindi lang iyon, sinira ng dalawa ang kayang reputasyon at hindi pa nakuntento ay walang awa siyang pinatay ng mga ito. Sa hindi inaasahan, siya ay muling nabuhay ngunit sa katauhan ni Samantha Vicente. Tulad ng buhay niya dati, ang buhay ni Samantha ay miserable, and she married by the cold-hearted billionaire named Logan Vicente. Nang gusto na nitong makipaghiwalay ay hindi siya nagdawalang-isip na pumayag kahit pa ang kapalit nito ay magiging katawa-tawa siya sa mata ng mga tao. Akala niya, mas magiging miserable ang buhay niya pagkatapos siyang itapon ng walang kaawa-awa, pero ang kapalaran ay tuluyang magbabago para sa kanya. Sa ganu'ng paraan ba magagawa ni Samantha palambutin ang puso ng isang Logan Vicente na kasing tigas ng isang bato?

Everly shot down her chance at her destined to be with her chosen mate, the man she was sure would provide the best future for her. Though underappreciated, she has been working hard to make her new pack top three in the nation. But what happens when her husband reconnects with his childhood sweetheart, and she ends up getting kicked out and left in the cold with a baby on the way? The conveniently appearing mate from all those years ago, the one that told her she would regret the choice to reject him, offers his help, but can she trust him? How does he plan to get his revenge on her for shooting him down? And what about this new woman her husband has left her for; why is she suddenly interested in a married man after being with another pack for years without a peep? With females vying for her mates’ attention, not to mention the pressures of being a mother, Everly will have to figure out what matters most to her before everything is taken away for good.

Once I get reborn, the first thing I will do is swap mates with my cousin, Clara Evonfall. In my previous life, Clara and I had held our mate-bonding ceremonies on the same day. Clara, a docile and gentle she-wolf, was forced to become the mate of Gilbert Vargas, the cold and aloof Alpha of the Bloodthorn pack. On their bonding anniversary, Gilbert abandoned Clara just so he could be with his childhood sweetheart, Joanna Penning. Because of that incident, Clara and Gilbert gave each other the cold shoulder for the next 50 years. As for me, I've dreamed of becoming a Gamma warrior since I was a pup. But I ended up forming a mate bond with Oliver Stanton, a Beta playboy. Oliver disliked me for not being romantic enough, saying that I didn't know how to doll myself up for him. We argued with each other every day to the point that he rarely came home. When I open my eyes again, I realize that Clara and I have returned to the timeframe of two days before our bonding ceremonies.

Alexia, as the perfect Luna to her pack, was married to her husband alpha Damian for love, they were not meant and mate for each other. Alexia had never thought one day she could have the rebirth of her. Alexia was murdered by her evil husband Damian and his later-found mistress Hayley, who also became his mate after her death. One fortunate day, Alexia opened her eyes only to find out that she was back from the dead. “Oh my Wolf, I am back from the dead. I can’t feel myself before anymore… I feel some kinda new powers inside of me” Alexia said to herself. In order to protect what she had worked for, Alexia is determined to fix all of her problems. By living again as a Powerful Luna, who cannot be oppressed by her foes but will be the OPPRESSION of them herself. By drafting a whole new plan, she begins with the people who planned for the death of her previous life. One night, when Alexia was running in her favourite woods, she met a huge wolf with silver eyes. This was the first time she has ever set her eyes on that kind of breed. . . Who was this wolf? How would she be the oppression... to her foes? How would things go differently from the previous life Alexia experienced? . . . ……

She tasted like heaven. "Touch me please," she moaned into my ears as I kissed her earlobe. "Patient my sweet," I said to her. "Only good things comes to those who wait." **** Samara. She was not his. Though he had a mate, he still desperately hungered for her. What was in her that drew him? What was it that called him to her? And though he was a man who commanded people and power in abundance, Samara was an existence that he would never understand. **** Michael. He was not hers and he could never be. She was a cursed werewolf, bearing a four century old curse. Why on earth did he want her? He was the supreme Alpha and he had a very beautiful mate. Who was she that he hankered for her? Who was she that he sought her time and time again for his bed? And who was she to be able to resist the charm and elegance that was his?

In her previous life, Zoey was killed before realizing that she had misidentified the man who saved her life back then. After being reborn, she kicked away the scumbag man and vowed to take back all the honors she once gifted to her enemies. The most important thing, firmly hold onto the scumbag's uncle's disabled thighs. Some people say: That Zoey, has nothing but borrowing Russell's influence. Financial tycoons, medical godfathers, beautiful movie queens, and tech gurus have all come forward: "Sorry, our zoey never rely on men." The whole network is in an uproar! Everyone is guessing what their relationship was. The next day the video came out, a certain disabled guy not only stood up, but also blocked the little petite wife in the corner, "Zoey, you are mine!"

In my previous life, no one loved me except my Alpha mate, Grayson. My parents and brothers treated me like a mobile wolf essence bank for my sister Victoria. But Grayson remembered I was afraid of the dark and quietly left a nightlight after my essence transfusions; he kept my casual mention of "wanting to find a quiet place to paint" in his heart, and casually gave me $5 billion to buy my favorite forest. When I confessed my feelings to him, though he was shocked, he still accepted my confession and promised he would definitely mark me. God knows how happy I was then—the person I liked actually liked me too. I only realized when I was dying that his kindness towards me was predicated on my continued donations of wolf essence to Victoria. After my rebirth, the first thing I did was spend five billion dollars to buy an isolated forest. "Miss Ember, are you sure you want to purchase this forest? If you buy it and move in, it'll be nearly impossible to contact the outside world." I nodded, my voice carrying a hint of relief. "That's exactly what I want—somewhere no one can reach me." But when I really left, why did my family and Grayson go crazy and beg me to come back?

I get picked up by the cops in the middle of the night for street vending. While questioning me, they pull up my file. One officer eyes me suspiciously through my mask and asks, "What's a Clairefield University graduate like you doing selling stuff on the street at midnight?" I freeze and lean over to look at the file. The ID number matches mine, but the photo has been replaced with one of Madison Bass. That's when it hits me—20 years ago, I was the one who got accepted to Clairefield University! Dazed and numb, I stumble home only to hear my husband, Joseph Gunther, speaking on the phone. "Madison, don't worry. I won't let Lucy interfere with your life. Just go abroad in peace." It's him! Joseph helped Madison steal my identity and my future. My stomach twists. I turn to confront him, to expose the truth. But before I can, he strangles me to death with a belt. "I'm sorry, Lucy. You can't ruin Madison's future…" When I open my eyes again, I'm back in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher is handing out university application forms. This time, I'm taking my life back.

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.

The day I found out that I was a fake heiress who had taken the place of the Jones family’s real daughter, my husband, Timothy Lane, was brought back as the true heir of the Lane family. The man who once said he loved me quickly abandoned both me and our daughter. At that very moment, the real heiress, Nancy Jones, decisively broke up with the fake heir of the Lane family and got together with Timothy. According to them, this was simply ‘making things right’. After losing everything in the blink of an eye, Micah Lane, the fake heir, kidnapped my daughter and me, forcing me to call Timothy for help. However, Timothy ignored our desperate pleas and mocked us. "You two are really something. Of course the fake heiress and fake heir go together. No wonder you make such a perfect pair of actors." On the other end of the line, I could occasionally hear Nancy's raspy, suggestive voice. As I listened to them, Micah stabbed me and my daughter to death. I died a tragic, painful death. After we died, my daughter and I were my husband's final assignment as a mortician before he left the job. The man who claimed he did not care about us fell apart the moment he saw our lifeless bodies. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?! "Please, don't die! Don't leave me!"