rebirth

Grégoire, a ten-year-old boy from the French Revolution, suddenly awakens in a body that is not his own, forced to wear a pair of shoes that do not belong to him in an unforgiving world.

How would Humans defend themselves against a sudden Monster Invasion? At the same time of the Monster Invasion, 300 years ago, humans at the age of 10 awaken a subspace filled with various statues, and by binding to one of the thousands of statues you gain supernatural abilities along with a system. This was placed to help humans defend themselves from the Monster Attacks and gates. Ethan, a 21 year old guy was involved in a accident and is unfortunately killed. But that is not the end of his story, as he is awakened in the world as a newborn, now known as Alaric. Once he reaches the age of ten, on his birthday he awakens in the magical subspace. But as he inspected the statues, he realized some were based on gods and myths. After this revelation, he knew what statue he wanted to bind with... [Sun Wukong System Online!]

In the inferno of the Room of Requirement, as flames consume everything around him, Draco Malfoy faces an unexpected savior—Harry Potter's outstretched hand. In that single moment of choice, everything changes. When Draco awakens, he finds himself back at Malfoy Manor, his body transformed, his mind restored to his eleven-year-old self. But his memories remain sharp, untouched by time. Armed with the knowledge of his past mistakes and the consequences that nearly destroyed him, Draco is given something precious: a second chance. Determined to rewrite his destiny, Draco makes three solemn vows. He will free his family from the darkness that consumed them. He will bridge the impossible divide between himself and the Boy Who Lived. And he will dare to seek something he never thought possible—love, not conquest; companionship, not dominance. As Draco navigates Hogwarts anew, his path collides with an unlikely ally in Hermione Granger, the brilliant witch he once scorned. What begins as forced proximity transforms into something neither of them anticipated. But redemption is never simple, and some bonds are forged through the hottest flames. This is a story of second chances, of broken people finding wholeness, and of discovering that love—in all its forms—is the most powerful magic of all. A sweet, hopeful tale where everyone deserves their happy ending. Update Schedule: 3 Chapters/Week #NOHAREM #SINGLE LOVE-INTEREST #NO BASHING #PLOT #DRAMOINE #SERIOUS NOVEL #ROMANCE Support If you like me to continue it till end and get advanced chapters: https://www.patreon.com/Daoist_Inkyug

The moon is long gone, so when night falls, an eerie darkness covers the night summoning with it dreadful beings out of thin air. Humanity has long given up and chosen to be passive in the face of these horrors, after all they stand no chance. Backster is a human who is caught... no, he puts himself in it... not intending to die, but knowing full well he will not survive. Encased in armor and a sword in hand, after an eventful night, he becomes the scorn of existence. After being reborn in the same world, this time everything has changed, skills, powers, souls, and monsters roam the planet. Humanity may no be longer weak, but things have not changed much. 'Knowledge is power' - and the Knight has none, join it on an adventure wrought with peril and danger, as the worlds watch in terror. The most appalling soul has been made, an existence that was never meant to be, and the best way to describe this singularity is vile... the Vile Knight.

"Lost in Flames, Found in Dark" Some love stories don’t begin with hello. They begin after the end. She was once the light in someone’s storm — wild, warm, unforgettable. Then, in a single moment, Shruti vanished. No note. No clues. Only a silence that shattered the hearts left behind. He searched for her like a man possessed. Burned down every lie, bled for every truth — until all that remained was rage... and a love too deep to bury. Years passed. And somewhere far from the wreckage of the life she once knew, a girl opened her eyes in a hospital bed. Her name was different. Her reflection — unfamiliar. But the ache in her soul? The flashes of another life? All too real. A scar she doesn’t remember getting. A voice she still hears in her dreams. And eyes — cold, broken, beautiful — that feel like home. He doesn't know her. Not anymore. But something in him stirs when she’s near. A storm. A memory. A promise not yet fulfilled. As their worlds collide once more, past and present bleed into one. The girl who shouldn't exist remembers a life no one believes. And the boy who lost everything now stands at the edge of rediscovery… and ruin. This isn’t just a second chance. It’s fate demanding what death tried to steal. Love. Longing. Pain. Fire. And a mystery that binds their souls beyond lifetimes. Because some hearts never stop searching. Some memories refuse to fade. And some love stories are written in scars. --- SNEAK PEEK The night air was sharper than she'd expected, and the thin fabric of her top did nothing to help—but she’d already refused his jacket with full drama ten minutes ago. Pride came before comfort, apparently. From the couch behind her, Dhruv watched in silence. Head slightly tilted, fingers resting near his lips. He didn’t comment. Yet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she muttered. “A little,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes, still facing the balcony. “This is where a gentleman offers warmth. Maybe a hot drink. Or, you know... human decency.” “You rejected the jacket and the blanket. Can’t save you from yourself.” She opened her mouth to sass back, “Unbelievable.” Before she could finish being annoyed, she felt him. He was behind her—close. His body heat rolled into her back like a slow, deliberate wave. She gasped softly, more out of surprise than cold. His hands slid into hers with quiet certainty, wrapping them up gently. Then, his arms circled around her waist, pulling her lightly against him. Her breath caught as his chest pressed warmly against her back, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to shield her from the way his warmth spread over her skin. “Dhruv!” she gasped, her voice half protest, half flustered mess. Her words scrambled as he leaned a little closer, breath grazing the side of her neck. “Better?” he asked, low and completely unaffected.

A twenty-seven-year-old man who has spent his life burdened by a profound emptiness, and a thirty-four-year-old unemployed man with no permanent home and no work experience, die one day after being involved in an unfortunate accident. Upon waking, they discover they have been reborn in a world of swords and magic, this time as twin babies. It seems the two of them have reincarnated together. One is reborn to learn how to live. The other, to start anew. Will they finally be able to find the answers they seek?

Waking up as Erica Sinclair is bad enough. Waking up as her in the wrong dimension is a nightmare. A system glitch yeets me straight into the Marvel Universe, dropping me in the middle of the Chitauri invasion. Suddenly, Vecna is the least of my problems. Thanos, gods, monsters, and universe-ending threats? Yeah… Hawkins never looked so safe. While I’m just trying not to die, the system finally “fixes” its mistake, giving me the power to travel between the Stranger Things and Marvel worlds at the cost of shutting down. Now I’m stuck with nothing but a newbie gift bag of telekinesis, my future knowledge, and the survival instincts of a very annoyed ten-year-old. Thanks a lot, ROB. Note: Erica is aged up to ten years old in Season 1, with the Party being eleven/twelve.

My life took yet another turn when my mind was broken into dust. I was mended by a veritable miracle that granted my Damon to get back. Number four was now the whole new version of him. Our life, as perfect as it seems, showed me cruelty when three of my cubs died. Pack had lost something. Destiny took us apart only to get together in the new way of life.

Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.

[Warning R18+ Mature Content] In her previous life, Aria was the devoted fiancée of Lucas, the golden boy of the entertainment industry. She gave him her resources, her fame, and her heart, only to be betrayed. He cheated on her with her "innocent" stepsister, Bella, stole her inheritance, and left her to die in a cold mental hospital. When Aria opens her eyes again, she is back in the hotel room on the night she was drugged and ruined. But this time, she doesn't run into the trap. Instead, she stumbles into the forbidden penthouse suite—and into the arms of Damien, the terrifying tycoon and Lucas's uncle who holds the entire city in his grasp. He is dangerous, ruthless, and plagued by a violent, agonizing nerve disorder that drives him to the brink of madness. No doctor can cure him... except Aria. Seeing a chance for the ultimate revenge, Aria suppresses her fear and presses her thumb against the lethal pressure point on his neck. "Mr. Damien, I can stop the pain. In exchange… marry me." From rejected fiancée to the untouchable "Little Aunt," Aria uses her new status and medical mastery to crush her enemies in the showbiz world, all while managing a contract marriage that is quickly becoming dangerously real. *** The beautiful cover art belongs to me and was commissioned by DuruDara on Instagram! Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

As a kid, Grandma's stories were all about a lovesick maid and a prince, thwarted by a villain who never quit. But here I am, waking up in a princess gown that weighs a ton, with flaming red hair and eyes like bling-bling. Seriously, universe? Turns out, I'm Meredia Seraphine Valtoria, the forgettable princess of Dukedom Saltorra. The punchline? I'm already dead in this story, a ghostly cameo before it even starts! Thanks, fate. But no more Miss Nice Princess. Royalty? Nah. Impending doom? Not my scene. With the finesse of a startled squirrel, I'm hightailing it-from that pesky villain and this ridiculous plotline.

Nothing is set in stone—not time, not fate, and certainly not Death. But in Rudra's existence, one thing has remained constant: a person. In her tears and rage. In her love and hatred. Now, Rudra is determined to figure out why she was the only one who mourned his death while the rest of the world celebrated his demise—especially since they had always stood on opposite sides of the war. And her answer might be the one thing he holds most dear—the only truth that remains truly sacred. In the kingdom of Partha, power does not negotiate. It descends from the mountain, absolute and ancient, in the form of Ravaan Azhdar — the Dragon King — and his son, Prince Rudra, who inherits his father's fire and none of his patience. In his first life, Rudra did what dragons do. He wanted the Saintess of Benevia and he took her — flew across half the known world and carried Teresa Williams out of her country like a thing claimed, imprisoning her in the cursed land of Alaka for months while the kingdoms of men scrambled to respond. He was not cruel to her, exactly. He simply did not think of her as something that required particular consideration. She was leverage. She was a statement. She was, in the particular arithmetic of dragon politics, a piece on a board. He did not expect Percival Leonhart. The hero came through Alaka the way heroes do — through impossible odds and worse terrain, carrying the legendary sword of Mamon, and he killed Rudra with it. Not cleanly. Not quickly. But definitively. Rudra lay dying in the ruins of everything he had built, alone, which was no more than he deserved and he knew it, and he waited for the end with the specific resignation of a creature who has no remorse, no regret whatsoever. Then Tish appeared. Not rescued, not triumphant, not standing over him with justified contempt. She appeared the way she always moved through the world — quietly, purposefully, and in this case with her hands already reaching for him, her holy magic already trying to knit shut wounds that had no business being knittable. She was crying. She was afraid. And she was, against every law of sense and self-preservation, trying to save the dragon who had taken her from her home He didn't understand it. He asked her why, once, in the way a dying thing asks questions — without real expectation of an answer. She didn't explain. She kept healing. And then an arrow found her, from somewhere in the dark, and she died in front of him before he could — before he could what, exactly, he would spend a great deal of time not finishing that thought. Then Rudra woke up in his bed in Ashkavar. Three years before any of it happened. He lay there for a long time. Long enough for the disorientation to pass and the facts to arrange themselves into something he could examine. He had been given time back, though by what mechanism or mercy he couldn't say. The world was reset. Tish was alive somewhere in Benevia, being saintly and blessed and entirely unaware of everything that hadn't happened yet. He did not love her. He wants to be clear about that, if only to himself. He had barely known her in the first life, and what he had known he hadn't particularly liked — she was stubborn and principled and had an infuriating tendency to keep extending grace to things that hadn't earned it, chief among them apparently him. He did not miss her. He missed the answer she hadn't given him. He missed the specific shape of a question that had no other possible source of resolution. Why had she tried to save him. And for that answer, he was determined to burn everything down all over again. (I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com )

He died a virgin betrayed, weak, and forgotten by the world. But death was not the end. [Ding! Welcome, Host. You have awakened the Harem System.] Every woman he conquers fuels his rise. Every night of passion grants him strength. From trembling maidens to untouchable noblewomen, saintesses, queens, and even goddesses all will fall into his embrace. With desire as his weapon and conquest as his path, he will shatter clans, topple empires, and carve his name into eternity. Virgin no more. Weak no more. This is the rise of the Lustful Emperor.

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They wanted a villain, so I became one. Publicly humiliated and cast aside, Lina became an easy target after she was rejected by her fated mate, Kain, the Alpha's son. Used by those in power, blamed for things she didn't do, and abandoned when she needed protection the most, her first life ended violently and unfairly. But that wasn't the end. She was reborn into several years in the past with the memories of her death intact, and was aware of everything that would happen. Lina refuses to make the same choices again. This time, she keeps her distance, hardens herself, and stops trying to be good for people who never valued her. But no matter how careful she threads, fate still tied her down to the same person. Only this time, she had two fated mates instead of one, Kain's twin brother, Louis. And despite having rejected her and ruined her life previously, Kain is now desperate to reclaim her. However, as the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy. Lina refuses to fall back in her old ways again. He may want her back, but it doesn't mean she will still be there, waiting for him. Excerpt (Lina's POV) "You want an answer right? Fine…" I shot back, my expression hardening. "I feel nothing for you. Besides, aren't you already engaged? What more do you want from a lowly slave like me?" my words came out harsh, not because I meant to sound harsh, I just….I couldn't take the risk, not with a Winston. My fate could end up just like before, if I dared to let myself waver. I noticed his expression harden, his eyes turning cold as he quietly moves away to let me pass. I didn't waste another second there. I rushed out of his quarters, my eyes burning as I tried to hold back my tears. The emotions welling up inside me, so much pain than I've ever felt before, sadness….these couldn't be mine. I froze where I stood, clutching my chest as the emotions overwhelmed me. It was at that moment that it dawned on me. He was actually in love with me. But how? When? I don't understand. What in the world is going on, why had events become so unpredictable, so many things had changed I don't even know what to do anymore. If Louis was in love with me, then…maybe I finally had a chance to use him to change my fate. Carla has already proposed this, but I was afraid I'll end up being betrayed, used and then cast aside just like the past. But this was different now, he loves me.That makes him a risk… and an opportunity.... I just needed to use him to change my fate, I didn't have to love him back. Using him meant crossing a line I swore I never would. It meant becoming something I despised. But what was the alternative? I don't know what came over me, but I turned around, heading back into the room where I found him laying on the bed. He sat up in a hurry as I barged into the room, his eyes wide with surprise. He obviously wasn't expecting me to come back. "You—" he stopped himself, pushing himself upright. "Why are you here? " I didn't answer immediately. I stood there, staring at him, noticing the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched like he was bracing himself for rejection all over again. "I lied," I said finally.

SYNOPSIS Logline: He left his wife to die on concrete for $8M insurance. Another man paid $12M to save her. Seven years later she returns with white suits, receipts, and an 18-year-old daughter who finally chooses. Elena Adams was left bleeding on Bishopscourt concrete by her husband Daniel. His last words on phone: "My wife is already dead to me. Debt dies with her. $8M insurance." He left her to die. Another man in black cashmere didn't. Michael Kane — blue-grey eyes, sandalwood scent, burnt hand — paid $12M = $5M ransom + $7M extraction + ICU Dubai. Not to buy her. To save her. Seven years later, Elena Cross returns. Dubai 73rd floor. $2B lab. White marble. No white dresses yet — black is armour. Daniel thought she was dead. He held an empty coffin press conference. He forged her formula L-Serum as his own, stole $40M Sephora deal. He put his mistress Vanessa in her pearls, in her house, and called her Mama to her daughter. Her daughter Chloe Adams is now 18. UCT Biochemistry first year. She thinks her mother stole and died. She calls Vanessa Mama V. She wears gold dresses for BABY GIRL collabs. And Daniel put a $3M debt on her 18-year-old name. Elena doesn't return for revenge. She returns with receipts. CCTV gate bag night before kidnapping. Sandton clinic receipt — Vanessa pregnant 3 months BEFORE kidnapping, HCG 14 weeks on kidnapping night. $200K transfer to security guard lover. DNA proof. Burner phone audio "dead to me $8M". Forged contract with two Ls. $12M receipt framed in lab. Each receipt is a chapter. Each chapter is a choice. From 11-150, mother and daughter reunite in Lab 101 — 39 degrees not 65 — E-CROSS 09-03-09 — her birthday formula. Chloe drops the shorts in the UCT bin. Wires $3M back to Daniel. $40M empire to Chloe Uni Patent Fund. And Michael? He never touches for 100 chapters. Until desert Proposal 2: "I paid $12M to save, not own. Will you stay because you love, not because you owe?" Tags:Reborn Queen, $12M Debt, Revenge Receipts, Mother-Daughter Lab, Chloe 18 Chooses Mom, Black Cashmere Romance, CTICC Viral

Back in 1960s Hollywood, Connor Hauser woke up to find himself a wounded vet lying in a hospital bed. To continue being a soldier was impossible… Afterwards, he witnessed the rise of the New Wave of Hollywood, when America's entertainment industry began to dominate around the world and the Blockbuster were barely invented. The vortex of desire for money and power, the close relationship between Hollywood, Wall Street and Washington... Most importantly the 1960s was full of beauties and money! Follow the director/media mogul path, he will invest in Media, Theme Parks and Videogames.

Her first time carrying out a system mission was to win the heart of Xie Jinbai. To teach him to understand love and affection, Cui Lingyao married him. After two full years of marriage, she finally completed the mission and chose to leave the world, but the system informed her that Xie Jinbai's Love Value was full, passively triggering a one-year cool-down period. Thus, Cui Lingyao was forced to stay for a 'cool-down' of one year. But within this year, despite his Love Value being at maximum, Xie Jinbai actually decided to marry a concubine. He taught himself the heartlessness and fickleness of the men of the era. Cui Lingyao watched the new woman enter the household. Watched him place another woman on a high pedestal. Watched him indulge that woman in humiliating her in public. Until his last ounce of remorse was also exhausted. In a drowning incident, she died a clean and decisive death. Her final glance before death. In the bone-chilling lake water, the ever-calm and rational man lost his composure for the first time, rushing toward her like a madman, holding her with bloodshot eyes, his entire body trembling violently. — She had thought everything was over, that they would never cross paths again. Unexpectedly, three years later, the system came to her once again. Asking her if she wanted to accept another mission…

At the age of twenty, Ji Chen became a Saint. The Pill and Martial Arts Dual Expert was hailed as a genius unmatched through the ages. After an accident, Ji found his soul traversing into the body of a Young Sect Leader with the same name known for his debauchery. "Eighth Layer of the Qi Refining Realm..." "That's too weak, my former self could blow away eighty thousand of them with one breath."

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"