Novel & Cerita Visual Novel Rewrite

Trigger warning: A Long Note. Hello my dearest readers. I am sorry. No updates today. I don't know when I will do the next update. No. I did not copy anybody's work. If you don't trust me read Alpha Ezequiel's Fated Mate. I already announced more than one year back that I am planning to bring Noah back. What was the better way to bring him back than reincarnation? Yes. I did take my inspiration. My first inspiration: A gift from Moon Goddess on Goodnovel app.

“You’re not him.” “I’m what’s left. After you burned everything else.” He stepped closer. “You crowned yourself. Good. Now we’re equals.” “We never were.” “No,” he said, grinning. “But now we’re both gods pretending to be people. Let’s stop pretending.” He raised a hand, And the world behind him shattered, Nightwind’s valley was no longer real, it turned into memory. Trees flickered between seasons. Buildings collapsed, then rebuilt, then vanished. He was rewriting the world’s memory. Erasing it, Replacing it, With his version, Liora stepped forward, flames pouring from her skin. She whispered: “Then let’s rewrite each other.”

We were inside the book, the pages walls, the words chains. Elena’s knife flashed, slashing a page. The paper bled, but the cut healed instantly, the words rewriting: ELENA VASQUEZ: THE PRIZE THAT BROKE THE GAME. She screamed, a sound of pure, animal grief. “I’m not your prize!” She stabbed again, again, the blade sparking. The book absorbed it, the knife melting into the page, becoming a new illustration: Elena, throat slit, Heartstone glowing. Marco lunged, fingers clawing at the cover. “It’s feeding on regret! Every time we fight, it grows!” His scars split, code bleeding out, scrolling across the pages in glowing glyphs. MARCO VASQUEZ: THE REWRITER WHO BECAME THE CODE.

Elena Blackwood in fancy letters. "Yikes," Jess said, poking one with her toe. "Who's Liam Blackwood? Your imaginary vampire boyfriend?" "Worse." Elena flicked a lighter. "He's the reason I need therapy." The flames ate the pages hungrily. Smoke curled up, carrying the smell of burned sugar (she had once sprinkled the diaries with vanilla perfume). Jess coughed, fanning the air. "Arsonist much?!" "Rebirth," Elena corrected, watching her naivety turn to ash.

All she got in return was higher doses of medication. Later, the comments updated me. In the real world, the original author sued Serena. Serena got into a car accident when she was trying to destroy evidence and fell into a coma. The original author reclaimed the rights. She announced she would rewrite everything using the latest meta interactive format. Mine and Arnold's story was about to get a brand-new ending. [Congrats on your wedding.] Then, the comments disappeared. Arnold walked over and wiped my tears gently. "Does it still hurt?"

---- Author Note: I posted this chapter because I realized I made some mistakes in the previous one. Now you might ask, why didn't I just edit the previous chapter instead of posting a "Re-written" version? This is because, after publishing a chapter, making edits or tweaks does not immediately reflect in the app [this might be a bug in the website], ultimately the edits in the chapter take more than a week to get reflected in the mobile app. Well... I made this one free so that the ones who have paid for the previous one don't have to pay twice.

Hello, readers! It's me, Salvia. If you're a new subscriber, you can scroll past this note. If you've been here before, please reread the story from the beginning because I did a major editing. Here's what I did. *I switched the point of view from third to first *Introduced a few minor characters *I wrote a few more scenes *Merged some of the old chapters *Gave the existing characters a little backstory *I also changed the title from Enemy of the Wolves to Alpha's Mate: The Villainess because that is what people thought of Selina, a villainess.

He returns the first aid kit. I went into the room to take a rest away from him, his character is so undesirable. I feel goosebumps at the thought of fluttering for someone like that. Never again, not in this lifetime or another.

Didn't expect the update so early but here i am with new update as i personally loving this story Inline comments are love and do vote , response was very low on prologue , i don't know why you people can't able to vote and do comment , if still you are facing this problem then let me know

And yet– And yet… Proserpina can still see some of what was left of first page. The dedication, no matter how charred the page was, if she stares hard enough, past the blackness she can still somehow make out the tearstained, cursive words written by an entity that wasn’t even supposed to be capable of love, let alone feelings– ‘This story of yours and mine…’ But it did. For a single human, it did. ‘…I pray to be rewritten.’