Unscramble Reborn 소설 & 이야기

He questioned, His mind raced with questions, but he remained attentive, waiting for her to explain. Fiona took a deep breath, her eyes searching Scott's face for any signs of judgment. "A rebirth is someone who has lived multiple lives, reincarnating into different bodies throughout history," she explained. "In each lifetime, a rebirth retains the memories and experiences of her past lives, but their physical appearance and identity change."

Something unbreakable. Something ready to rise.

“Tsk! Damn insanity. But I understand where this is all heading into. Your wants and needs for me to do and decided. You wanted my approval, right?” “A bit, but not the whole. For HE wanted that you shouldn’t interfere with the thing that will about to happen. The day when she will be reborn.” Daniela knew what the little girl means. The reborn is not a type of reincarnation, but a thing to complete one that is broken. But for now, she doesn’t want to think about it, for what she needed to do right now, is a bit defying HIS will, but will never hurt HIS plan.

The conceptual being born from our love. The diagram doesn’t say “unmake.” It uses cleaner words. Conceptual reversion. Energy reallocation. Anomaly dissolution. It means the same thing. To give Arthur life, we must erase her. Unwind the starlight and null-energy back into base components and feed them into the machine of his rebirth. The choice is an abyss. It yawns open at my feet, cold and absolute.

She had been reborn once in silence. This time, she would be reborn in vengeance

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

"Isla isn't breathing anymore! It's your fault that our daughter has lost her mother at such a young age!" Felix Zane's roar ripped through the winter air as he knelt by my best friend, Isla Kingsley's drenched, ice-cold body lying motionless on the riverbank. The onlookers watched his grief-stricken display with pity in their eyes. If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. …

I didn’t even breathe for a second. Because for the first time in days, I welcomes and embraced the storm. I was done running from the storm. It was time to face my fears and my scars cause they are a part of me. I want to show them the beauty in broken things, wabi sabi. And I wasn’t alone, I have the whole pack and my man with me now. It was finally time to show them the harmony that dwells in darkness

She gathered her daughter into her arms and whispered, "Sweetie, Mommy's taking you to the hospital." At Northon Children's Hospital, Amelia explained to the doctor that Evelyn's health had always been fragile. In her last life, Evelyn had wasted away waiting for Christopher and Nathan to notice her, living on nothing but cold leftovers until malnutrition took its toll. From the very first day of her rebirth, Amelia had focused on nourishing her daughter. But a frail body couldn't recover in just a day or two. The doctor examined her and found it was just an ordinary cold with a fever. He gave her a prescription for fever medicine and instructions to monitor her at home.

I just had to dedicate the time to explain that I wasn't their Alpha's wife. It was still hard to believe that I was alive. And now that I was staring at the mirror, clad in clean clothes, I was more than shocked. My hair was dark, and this one was blonde. These features were sharper. Bolder. I didn't have my brown eyes anymore. I was now staring back at blue frosty ones. My hands flew to my mouth immediately. I was shaking all over. “What is this?” I whispered. “Your second chance,” a voice in my head whispered. “You are now Alara.”