True Stories Of Rebirth Novels & Stories

"At that time, the god who heard my regrets took pity on me, and I came back to life to live in peace. That's why I took revenge on you. I want to know why I had to in the first place." "Are you crazy?!" Debbie snapped. "You came back to life?! What kind of delusion is that?!" "It's real, that's why I'm here talking to you like this. I'm not your brother so I tried to stay out of your way but you just had to fuck with me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cold and accusatory. "Why the hell do you keep talking about things that never happened?" Debbie asked, her voice shaky. "It's driving me—"

Horrific memories of my death in a past life surged forward, vivid and inescapable. A shudder ran down my spine before I could suppress it. Just as I opened my mouth to deliver a cutting remark, Jonas cut me off with a cold, menacing laugh. Leaning close to my ear, he spoke in a low, sinister tone. "Suzy, so you’ve returned from the past too. Unfortunately for you, I remember everything now. I’m about to rise again. Once I have money, you’re finished." With that, he straightened up and strode away, laughing triumphantly as though he’d already won.

He kept his head lowered, continuing to block me without saying a single word. I clutched my pocket knife as I warily asked him, "What the hell do you want?" He raised his head to look at me. He had a complicated emotion swirling in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse when he called out my name. I didn't say a single word in response. I wondered if he was going to beg me to empathize with Frank and Madison again. "You were reborn, weren't you?" My expression morphed into one of shock upon hearing his words. I whipped around and tried to make a break for it.

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

"No way, I’m so happy! I’m not going home until I’m drunk tonight." The drunkenness spread to my cheeks, and all my words and emotions poured out. My body swayed unsteadily, and I draped my arm over Jason’s shoulder. "You don’t understand the joy of revenge, I’ve died once," I laughed loudly. "I was reborn. It’s a relieve to watch them being in chaos." "You’re drunk. You’re talking nonsense. How can someone be reborn? You’ve just started a new life." Jason pulled me into his arms.

In the past, whenever Megan wanted something of mine and I refused, they berated me for not knowing how to care for my sister, for not setting a good example as the elder one, and for being selfish and only thinking of myself. Now that I was voluntarily giving everything up, all of them suspected I was plotting something. Wasn't this exactly what they had wanted? "Evie, yesterday, Rick told us he was reborn. He claimed that you had faked your illness, stolen the Moonviolet serum, driven Meg out of the house, and caused her to die in a car crash. But looking at things now, it seems he was just talking nonsense. "You're clearly much more sensible than before. You even learned to give in to you

When I next woke up, my eyes had been covered. I could not see even the smallest pinprick of light. My hands and legs were bound. Pain radiated from my back. The rope that bound me was lifted. Then, my feet were submerged in icy water. The water rose, slowly enveloping my chest and head… I could not breathe. I could not even scream for help. Eventually, I was raised up again as I thrashed violently. I gulped in huge lungfuls of air and coughed so hard until I could not make any more noise. The person at the edge of the pool finally spoke up.

If you are looking for a way to get my attention, then this won't work'. Tears trickled down my cheeks, my grip tightened around the phone, and my jaw clenched tightly. I didn't know what was going on right now, and why I was seeing this day again after almost two years instead of being dead after the fire outbreak, but I guess it was for a reason. As much as I wanted to conclude that I was given another chance and had been reborn, I didn't want to give myself so much hope. Besides, that was never possible.

Even the people Henry had hired to keep tabs on me didn't notice when I slipped away. I didn't return to our house in Astoria City. Instead, I went south to the place where my family's fortune had begun, and where I was born. Slender willow branches swayed in the wind, their green tips brushing together as they danced. On the lake, a boatman lifted his sail with practiced ease, carving soft ripples across the glassy water. Mist and drizzle blurred the horizon, painting a scene that looked like a living watercolor. People bustled along the streets, laughter and chatter filling the air. It was a simple, unpretentious kind of peace.

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?