Visual Novel Rewrite Novels & Stories

"I don't think you want to experience being gutted alive a second time." In that instant, her face and the face from my previous life became one. I looked into those merciless eyes, and my heart lurched with panic. She had been reborn too. The memory of that unbearable agony flooded back, and my whole body began to shake. "I'll sign," I said, my voice trembling. I held out my uninjured left hand. Senna smiled with satisfaction and pressed a pen between my fingers. Blood dripped onto the paper and spread in dark blooms as I scrawled my name in shaking, crooked letters. On the final stroke, I deliberately tore through the page.

He looked troubled. “Did I offend you, young miss? Forgive me.” I shook my head and waved my arms. How to do this? I grabbed one of the flowers from the garden and smeared it across my arm. I wrote what I wanted to say and then I showed it to Seichi. He looked at me, confused. I pointed to my arm and he read aloud. “I am Senju Yukina; I didn't mean to offend you. My throat hurts and I cannot talk. I’m sorry.” I pulled back my arm and wiped the blue writings off. He laughed.

In my past life, she had been one of the few who stayed, even when I had nothing. Her cheeks flushed red. “Understood. We’ll restore the lab immediately.” As they left, a long breath slipped from my lungs. Relief. Maybe for the first time since waking. *** Sitting at my restored desk, I reviewed my research carefully, comparing memories from both lifetimes and correcting some of my earlier, more naive notes and assumptions. Before I knew it, morning had passed into afternoon. I rubbed my stiff neck and stood to stretch, catching sight of myself in the small mirror mounted near my washing basin.

It was rewriting the code. And the story was finally starting to remember who held the cursor.

When guards burst into the room they found Ava standing calmly nearby. Ethan arrived moments later. Ava looked at him and smiled weakly. “My lord,” she said softly, “I once believed you loved me.” Her laughter was faint and broken. “I thought we would spend our lives together.” She coughed, blood staining her lips. “But you changed.” “You began to desire Hazel again… the moment she stopped loving you.” Her eyes glittered with bitter clarity. “You say you remember another life.” “You said you regretted not choosing me then, that this time you would love me properly.”

With separate love lives that came across stronger than in the first draft. 2️⃣ Question 2 - How advanced is this version of the story from the first? Answer - Oh, a beautiful question. This version is more complex. Say a five to ten ratio. Five being the first draft and ten being this version. In the first draft, Alex and Shelliot died. Fel or Felecia aka Queen Fesel was just an unknown character. She didn't even have a name. Sophia ended up being left alone on land while Marvelon went on his journey to be the King of Kings. The entire story was just a one pot meal. But, when I started rewriting, more characters popped into my head. Shelliot got a love life with Aquant. Aqualia turned out t

“Now, where should I start?” Drawing a sinister smile on his face, he walks around the room as its memory surge inside his mind. Snapping his finger as he changes some fact that affects the memories of the ones involved and within its life. He changes its eye color and hair to his current one as he is now playing its life and very identity he will be in this world. Bending the fact of its life from the accident and the five years in a helpless state, he changes the dull days into a fruitful one as he rewrites its life into the perfect novel to establish the flawless identity he wishes and needed in this world.

Slowly, I took her tiny hands into mine, and placed a long kiss on the back of her hands. “Thank you for being here, Vivian. You're my muse, and my greatest ally now. I really hope I get to make you proud someday.“ I heard faint footsteps and quickly closed my eyes, letting out fake snores. Even with my eyes closed, I could still feel Mum's presence. I snuggled my pillows, ready to sleep off.

I looked down and saw the text crawling up my leg, the letters spelling out a single word over and over: “Redundant” "I can't feel my legs," Maya gasped. She was sitting five feet away, but the distance felt like miles as the beach stretched and distorted between us. Her silver skin was flickering again, but the needles were gone. In their place were tiny, jagged marks like red ink corrections. "The Revision," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the sky. "Kael, he’s not just changing the ending. He’s deleting the middle. He’s making it so we never met."

Rewriting the Plot is a powerful card that can modify parts of the plot, like the tragic ending for a character or the unfair ending for a villain, things that will basically change the plot in simple ways and which cannot change the overall content of the world, but it will save a character from a horrible end. For example, Jiang Bao, former friend of Young Master Wu, he is tortured by the Wu family and then thrown like garbage only to be tortured further by the plot, with the card of “Rewrite the Plot” Yu Liang could change those lines of history and make Jiang Bao can have a life at least worthy and that would not change the content of the world that remains a Dark BL. Of course, what Yu