2783 Book(s) Related to reborn 14 years later fix my broken family

Fourteen years ago, Isabella Winston died.

At least, that's what everyone believed.

One moment, she was trapped inside a sinking car beneath the icy waters of the Hudson River. The next, she woke up in her own bathtub and somehow fourteen years in the future.

Her husband is no longer the warm, easygoing man she remembers.

Her five-year-old son is now a nineteen-year-old stranger who looks at her with suspicion.

Her twins barely remember the mother they lost—one forever chasing affection, the other keeping the entire world at arm's length.

And the family she left behind has become something broken, distant, and unrecognizable.

Now Isabella faces an impossible challenge: rebuilding a family that never truly recovered from losing her.

Fourteen years have left scars on everyone.

Unfortunately for those causing the damage, Isabella Winston has returned to set things right.

Icy rain soaked the stone steps of the orphanage. Chloe opened her eyes from the agony of death—and found herself five years old again.

Three years before the Sterling family would come to claim her.

In her past life, she had thought finding her biological father was salvation. She was wrong. It was hell.

Mia, the Sterling family's shining adopted daughter, had taken everything that should have been hers.

Her father's cold indifference. The cruelty of the elite. The endless humiliation that finally dragged her into the abyss.

"You're not even worth the dirt on Mia's shoes."

Those words had become her dying curse.

Now, reborn with a debt of blood and vengeance, she is determined to rewrite her fate.
All she wants is a quiet, ordinary family and a life far from the Sterlings. But when she sets her sights on a weary man in a worn trench coat—a man who looks like nothing more than a tired working-class father—

she stumbles into a secret far darker than she imagined:

Mia's real parents were murdered by Parecesis himself.

Chloe is no longer the broken girl drowning in the mud. She is the blade in the dark.

She will make them pay. Every debt. Every drop of blood.

She will drag Mia from her gilded throne and force her to face the truth:

she was never a daughter. She was a replacement.

And Chloe will tear the Sterling family's mask to pieces—with her own hands.

I died painfully after being sacrificed by my foster family.
Reborn, I walk away from their fake affection.
My true billionaire kin treat me as their priceless princess.
All those who once hurt me get what they deserve. A powerful, quiet tycoon stands firmly on my side, shielding me from all schemes and malice.

He left without breathing a word of it to you, and you still believe he's gonna come back? How sure are you?"

I didn't speak, cause I'm not sure..

"What if he doesn't come back until your baby is born? Let's say two years later?"

"I don't know" I shook my head.

Arthur sighed.

"I spoke with my dad before coming here, he said it'll be dangerous for you if you keep it"

Doctor Morris is his dad, I forgot to mention that.

"It's better you abort now, it might cost your life..you know about your cervical condition"

I blinked and looked away from him, my gaze focused on the rain.

"That's all the more reason I shouldn't abort it. Who knows if I'll ever be able to conceive again?"

He didn't say anything after I said those words.. he sighed.

"I told you not to trust college boys, but you paid no attention.. now you've been played" he grumbled.

He opened an umbrella, which I didn't know he was holding.. then led me to his car.

He opened the door for me and I slide into the passenger door, he rushed to the driver's side as I was fastening my seatbelt.

"Whatever your decision is, I'll stand by you!" He said.

On the day of our seventh wedding anniversary, I tried to send a work email using my husband's account, but the connection was too poor to go through.
When I clicked into the drafts folder, a glaring message caught my eye:
"Tingzhou, I've prepared a new battle outfit~ Ready to drain you dry."
Seconds later, that draft vanished, replaced by a new one:
"Naughty girl, get the ultra-thins ready and wait for me."
Only three people knew the password to this email account: me, my husband, and his first love...
Watching their increasingly explicit flirtations,
tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
Turns out, no matter how many years you spend by someone's side, it all crumbles the moment their first love returns.
I steadied my trembling fingers, sent the email, and cleared the history.
Then I dialed a number that had been dormant for seven years.
"I give up. I'm willing to come home for the arranged marriage."
On the other end came my godfather's familiar, authoritative voice,
"Get rid of anything that shouldn't be left behind. Make it clean."
My hand trembled as it touched my lower abdomen. "Okay."
"Someone will pick you up in three days."

1

The room went deadly silent. Christopher, the CEO of Sullivan Group, looked at me with pure disgust. "Get this crazy girl out of here! My grandfather is dying, and you're playing sick games?"

But the old man on the bed... his eyes flew open. He stared at me—not at my young, beautiful face, but into my soul. He saw the sketch in my hand. A secret only a mother and her six-year-old son would know.

"Jimmy," I said softly, using the nickname no one had spoken in decades. "Do you remember the thunderstorms?"

Tears streamed down the old man's wrinkled cheeks. The most powerful man in Boston, reached out his frail hand to grasp mine. "Mama?" he choked out, his voice breaking like a small child's. "You came back?"

Christopher froze. The doctors froze. I climbed onto the bed and pulled my 80-year-old son into my arms. "I'm here, baby. Mommy's home."

They told me my daughter drowned. Too much to drink, a slick deck, a terrible accident.

Then they put a number on her, slid the check across the table, and asked me to sign away the right to ever ask how she died.

I signed.

They didn't ask what I'd do after.

I changed my name. I spent three years earning a desk in their building, close enough to hear the man who buried her joke about the father who "made some noise, took the money, and went away."

He doesn't know my face. None of them do.

They thought the money bought my silence.

They have no idea what it bought.

My name is Kharis Carter. I have been experiencing torture ever since my mom passed away. My stepmom smokes, consumes hard drugs, has a nasty attitude, and pours the entirety of her frustrations on my body. Well, I was leaving for good. I planned to move to Ma Cleopatra's house, work for two years and get paid, then travel out to continue college and get a prestigious job just like most successful women. This was until I meet my new boss.


“This is Kharis Carter. She is the perfect replacement I got for you”, Ma Cleopatra said to Mr. Frederick.
For two minutes, the man didn't utter a word. I felt frustrated. Maybe, I had not escaped from torture. This man constantly belittled me the few times we met. And here I was, in his house......

Exiled to the wasteland by wife and children? No problem, I'll open an arms factory there.
Everything stolen by a rival? No worries, his technology is garbage I discarded seven years ago.
My ex-wife throws me a repairman's business card and demands my knees? Fine, see you at the military academy ceremony tomorrow.
Her son, dressed in his rival's "super armor," goes around showing off, only to be exposed in public by my ten-year-old son: "With a 0.7-second delay, an S-class mutant could kill you three times."
My rival brings his private army to capture me?
My wife leads a regular army, smashing the dome and descending from the sky: "Try touching my husband!"
My rival, cornered, releases the Abyss Mother Beast?
I pilot Zero Mech, one-shotting her.
My ex-wife kneels in the ruins, crying. I don't even glance at her.
Betrayed me? You don't deserve it.

Three months after being reunited with the Harrington family, I won £5 million in the lottery.

Then, they kicked me out of the house.

My father, my mother, and that imposter brother—three swindlers—fabricated an apocalyptic lie and used a so-called "heirloom" to steal my lottery ticket.

They didn't know that the end times really were coming.

Unbeknownst to them, the true power of that wristband was—item duplication.

Little did they know, I was the one who had truly been reborn from the apocalypse.

In my past life, they used me as bait, letting me be torn to pieces by the infected.

In this life, 5 million pounds? Go ahead and squander it.

I want to watch them struggle in despair and die in fear.

And I will have unlimited resources at my disposal, on this wasteland—

“You don’t love me, do you?” Luke whispered, pinning my wrists above my head.

His body pressed mine into the bed, hot, heavy, inescapable. His mouth brushed my ear, gentle enough to feel like a kiss, cruel enough to feel like punishment.

“It’s okay,” he murmured.“Your body is mine.”

I left Luke Morrison unconscious in an ICU eight years ago and rebuilt myself in London—elite auctioneer, an ocean between me and the past.

Then my brother's condition crashed. I'm back in Pennsylvania, standing behind an auction podium at his company's charity gala.

A little boy runs through the crowd and wraps his arms around me: "Mama, you came back."

"Daddy shows me pictures every day," Asher says.

Every. Single. Day. How long has this been going on?

Luke's watching with ice-cold eyes. The bullied boy I left behind? Gone. Replaced by a tech billionaire who makes predators look soft.

"Get in," he says. Not a request.

Then he takes me back to his home.

His penthouse is frozen in time—the art I chose, the books I organized. Our past preserved like he's been waiting.

"You owe me eight years, Mia," he says, showing me the scar. "The girl who watched them destroy me and did nothing. This time, you don't run."

When he fucks me, it's worship and punishment. Making me pay for every day I was gone.

"I've waited eight years for this. Every breath you take belongs to me."

He's not just possessive. He's broken. And Asher is the perfect weapon to keep me trapped.

In her first life, Ivy was abandoned. Starved. Forgotten. When the Shaws finally threw her out like garbage, the only people who came for her were strangers with guns.

Now she’s reborn. She knows how the story ends. And she’s running toward the killers instead of away from them.

Dad’s a hitman with terrible aim and a lazier temper. Mom’s a chef who butchers people in the basement. Big Brother runs the Dark Web. Little Brother builds death traps for fun.

They’re the worst family in the city. And they’re exactly what she chose.

With her five-year-old eyes, every murder looks like cooking.

Every severed finger is a toy. Every bloodstain is just Mommy’s new perfume.

Ivy doesn’t see killers. She sees the only people who ever loved her.

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

My life was never my own. Born into the powerful Wayne family, I was promised to Benjamin Devon—the heir of another oil empire—before I even understood what love meant. Our marriage was a business deal, designed to merge two fortunes into one unstoppable dynasty. There was only one rule: I had to be perfect. Untouched. But one mistake changed everything. A betrayal I never saw coming left me with a secret I couldn’t undo. When I finally met Benjamin, I expected indifference—maybe even cruelty. Instead, I found something real. Something dangerous. He didn’t care about the past. He chose me anyway. For the first time, I believed I could have love… not just obligation. Until the truth came out.
One night shattered it all. A pregnancy. A scandal. Families turning their backs. I was cast out with nothing—forced to walk away from the life I’d always known.
Now I have to decide:
Do I protect him from the chaos I’ve brought…
Or risk everything for a love that was never meant to be mine?

After returning from work, Clarissa found out hee husband and her sister was having an affair. Broken, she couldn’t stop herself from being noticed.

She found out she was being poisoned and she couldn’t stop their conspiracy as Lilly hit her with a chair which caused her death.

She wished desperately for a second chance before her breath dropped. She opened her eyes to a flash of light which turned out to be cameras where she realized she was in a press conference 3 years ago.

"Help! Somebody help me! Julian is trying to kill my baby!" I scream at the top of my lungs, bursting into my gender reveal party.

Just minutes ago, Julian was my perfect, doting husband. Then he opens my unborn baby's genetic screening report. The unadulterated ferocity and revulsion simmering in his eyes makes my entire body shake. He grips my arm, demanding I terminate the pregnancy.

I already died once because of that piece of paper. In my past life, they dragged me to a freezing lab, pumped me full of drugs, and murdered my child before locking me in an asylum.

This time, I hide behind the guests. But my parents storm in. After seeing the report, instead of saving me, Dad kicks me squarely in the stomach.

"You shameless little whore," he spits.

They are about to drag me out the back door when two police officers step through the glass doors. The cop hands me the confiscated report.

I look down at the printed words... and finally understand.

"I, Damian Black, Alpha of the Lycan Pack, reject you, Brenda Moon, as my mate and future Luna."

Brenda had waited her entire life for a moment of light—only to be cast into greater darkness.

Abused, shamed, and cheated by her fated mate, Alpha Damian, Brenda was left broken and dumped like she was nothing. Labeled a useless Omega, she was removed from the pack, stripped of her honor, and left to die.

But the moon never forgets its children.

Saved by a rogue with secrets of his own, Brenda finds a powerful bloodline hidden within her blood—a rare gift that could shake the werewolf world. As she rises from the ashes, stronger, deadlier, and incredibly beautiful, the same Alpha who once refused her begins to chase the very woman he tried to kill.

But Brenda is no longer the fragile girl asking for love.

Now, she wants payback. She wants justice. And she wants her place—not by his side, but above him.

Will Damian earn her forgiveness, or will the true Luna release hell on the pack that wronged her?

Three years ago, a private plane crash took my father, my mother, my brother Carter, and Grayson, the man I'd loved for seven years and was about to marry.

To hold onto everything they left behind, I cried until my eyes were raw, destroyed my stomach, and fought my way through boardrooms and Wall Street vultures.

On countless nights, I held their photographs and cried until I passed out.

What I never understood was why Willow, the foster sister we'd taken in, vanished without a trace after the crash.

Until today, three years later, when I drive back to the family estate with a diagnosis in my bag telling me I have three months to live.

I push open the heavy door and hear laughter. I see my family—the family that's supposed to be dead—gathered around Willow and her three-year-old son, singing happy birthday.

Turns out no one in this world ever loved me at all.

Why do they all get to live while I'm the only one who have to die?

I died in a rainy day. For twenty-eight years, I clung desperately to my adoptive family, craving nothing but warmth and a home. Yet all my devotion was nothing but a joke.
Everyone in the household loathed me, quick to side with my adoptive sister Isabelle over every lie she spun. I gave my whole heart to my fiancé Damien , believing he would be my salvation. But when the truth surfaced, he looked at me like I was filth beneath his shoes, his face twisted with contempt.
“You were never more than a distraction,” he snarled. “Isabelle is the only one I love. Can’t you see how tainted you are?”
Those words shattered me more than any injury. Abandoned by everyone I cared about, I had nowhere left to turn before they arranged my death.
But somehow, I’m twenty-two again—returned to that fateful year before all my nightmares unfolded.This time, I’ll burn down everyone who destroyed me.

A one night stand with a mystery lover made her loose her marriage to her sister. She became pregnant with twins and thought her misery had just began. She left her country and returned four years later with two adorable twins. Her life made a turnaround for good when her sons ran into Mu Tinge, the idol of the business world and the richest man in the country. Lu Jingli wants her back but how does he intends to make Theresa Mo his lost love?

I've been reborn, transported back to the day I gave birth to my daughter.

In my past life, I humbled myself for love, only to be betrayed by my husband Caspian and his mistress Serafina.

They disfigured me, murdered my little girl, and threw me in prison.

This time around, I'm divorcing him without a second thought, holding my daughter close, and escaping this living hell!

Married to Declan Hargrove for three years, I kept my past locked away tight. I let no one near Greybell, and I never, ever mentioned the name Calloway.
Until Piper excitedly dug up the "incest scandal" between me and my own brother. The Hargrove family booked their flights that very night, vowing to fly to Greybell and tear my "white-trash" parents to shreds.
I knelt on the carpet, shaking and sobbing.
But hiding behind the curtain of my long hair, no one saw the truth. I wasn’t begging for my own life.
I was begging for theirs.
Because my brother, Reid, had already gotten the news. He was in Greybell right now, preparing an unforgettable "feast" for our arrogant guests.

The folder slid across the table toward Hannah's husband. Sign here. Family helps family.

What the Whitfields never once thought to wonder was that the quiet daughter-in-law they'd spent four years bleeding had almost three million dollars they couldn't see.

She'd hidden it for one reason: to keep the only good man in that family from being turned into their wallet.

Now they wanted his signature. His house. His name on their debt.

They had spent a lifetime underestimating the quiet one.

They were about to learn what that costs.

Seven years ago, Cate Sullivan was presumed dead following a tragic fire while she was carrying twins. The man who loved her with all his heart, Dylan Carter, buried her himself… but he didn't recover.
Surprisingly, She survived. Devastated, psychologically damaged, and suffering from amnesia, she has been raising twins for the past seven years in poverty, unaware of the billionaire who lost her and is still looking for the woman he never stopped loving.
That changes on a snowy night when he finds a young boy stealing from Cate's grave… a boy who looks like him. Because contrary to what he thought all these years, his deceased lover has returned along with his twins.
But someone is determined to keep the truth buried forever. As old memories resurface and dangerous secrets unravel, Cate and Dylan are pulled back into a love story destroyed by betrayal, obsession, and seven years of heartbreaking separation.
Yet the closer they grow, the more deadly the past becomes. Because the woman who tried to erase Cate once before is prepared to do it again.
In a story filled with painful misunderstandings, hidden identities, emotional reunions, and a love powerful enough to survive death itself, one question remains: What happens when the man who buried you discovers even in poverty and memory loss you never stopped loving him?

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

At the auction, when Anna’s painting was sold for the highest price of the night, I died in a dim underground studio.

No one knew that the painting had stolen my inspiration.

I was the most talented painter in the Hale family, yet I lived forever in my sister’s shadow — only because our paintings always ended up strangely similar.

At first, people said it was the bond between sisters.
Later, after my sister stole my paintings and exhibited them first, I became the so-called thief who plagiarized her works, while Anna turned into a celebrated, sought-after painter.

“Hard work really is more reliable than talent.” That was what people loved to say.

Before the auction, my family locked me away in the studio.
“Don’t ruin Anna’s big night.”

My sister Anna handed me a piece of bread.
“Little sister, have something to eat. When the auction’s over, we’ll go celebrate with a nice meal.”

“Look how kind your sister is — she still worries you’re hungry.”
Mother kicked me hard.

But she never knew Anna had poisoned the bread.
After just one bite, my skin broke out in rashes, I could barely breathe, and pain tore through every part of me.

Before I suffocated, I called my boyfriend Edd.
All I got was his cold scold:
“Lily, stop playing these cheap tricks!”

To the busy beep of the phone, I took my last breath.

When they came home triumphantly, thinking I was just being moody and refusing to join the celebration, they never knew I had stayed forever in that dark, quiet studio.

When I woke up in that hospital bed, legs wrapped in casts and burning like hell, everything came flooding back. This time, I wasn't the naive fool I'd been before.
Tyler, my brother Ryan, and that bitch Savannah—they destroyed me. Turned a gymnastics prodigy into a cripple.
Tyler had the nerve to grab my hand, begging me to forgive Savannah for ruining my legs. My brother chose outsiders over me, screaming about "family reputation."
Fuck their love. Fuck family.
This time around, I've got evidence of the $1.2 million they owe me. I know all their dirty secrets. Round two has started, and I'm done being their victim.
Those three bastards are going to pay back every damn cent they stole from me.

Mia always knew she was as ordinary as a girl could be living a life of bliss along with her mother until the day she died. On her deathbed her mother let her know that she was the illegitimate daughter of the ruling Wolf Clan king of the East. But that was not the end of it all.The curse that was chasing her was because of the baby she was carrying in her womb from her husband about whom she knew very little, except the fact that he worked at the Wolf embassy in the mortal world. Something was not right. The curse could only be evoked if there were any illegal 'blood-ties' formed between the Wolf Clan of the East and Fox Clan of the West. Scared, alone, afraid and running from inevitable doom, the only logical conclusion her mind could come to was that, her wolf was in fact a fox in wolf's hide.

She's his flower,
But also his rain.
She's the beauty in his day,
But also his night full of pain.
"When Noah looks at you, it's like he's been living in a black and white universe and he just saw colours for the first time. These past weeks not being able to talk to you, all the colour in his life just went away and it's back to black and white and all he's been trying to do is remember what life was like before he knew what colour was."

Kate, a young woman enslaved in the dangerous world of human trafficking, escapes the clutches of a ruthless trafficker named Henry, only to find herself in the intriguing hands of a rich man named Mr. Nathaniel. As she navigates this strange landscape, secrets begin to surface, leading to unforeseen twists and turns. "Shattered Chains" is a compelling narrative of survival, atonement, and the desire of freedom.

She broke their marriage. He walked away.

Neither of them knew she was carrying his child.

Emily’s affair didn’t just end her marriage—it erased the life she thought was guaranteed. Ryan left without looking back, carrying his anger like armor and leaving Emily alone with regret she would never outrun. Three years later, fate drags them back into each other’s world, along with a little girl who has Ryan’s eyes and a truth that shatters everything he thought he knew.

Old wounds reopen, grief masquerades as rage, and love refuses to stay buried. As parenthood binds them together and the past demands accountability, Emily and Ryan must face the question neither of them is ready to answer: is broken trust the end of their story… or the beginning of a love forged through loss, forgiveness, and brutal honesty?

He died as humanity's greatest hero.

History remembers him as its greatest traitor.

One hundred years ago, Ethan Cole, known throughout the Shadow Realm as Ghost, climbed to the peak of power and became a Hundred-Star War God.

Just moments before becoming humanity's first true god, he was betrayed by the person he trusted most.

Ryan Carter.

His brother.

His best friend.

His killer.

Now Ethan awakens one hundred years in the future inside the body of a slum-born teenager who shares his name.

The world worships Ryan Carter as the Infinite Sword God.

The world despises Ghost as the greatest human traitor in history.

But Ethan knows the truth.

Armed with a century of forgotten knowledge, countless hidden secrets, and a newly awakened SSS-Rank ability called Infinite Fusion, Ethan enters the newly opened Zone 12.

This time, he will reclaim everything that was stolen.

His reputation.

His guild.

His destiny.

And when he reaches the top once again...

The false god who stole his life will finally face judgment.

They told me the baby was gone, but they didn't tell me my heart was being carved out, too.

I woke up on the operating table, paralyzed. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved husband, Marco, trembling with excitement as he held my medical chart.

"Her blood is perfect," he whispered. "It is a perfect match for Isabella. We can proceed with the transplant now."

"Finally. It wasn't in vain that I brought her back." My revered father let out a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for this day, how would someone who wandered outside for so many years be qualified to step into this house again?"

When my husband said "I love you," he actually meant "Your heart is perfect for the woman I truly love."

I couldn't scream; I couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the silver scalpel pierced toward my chest, while my sister, Isabella, lay on the operating table next to me, smiling in her sleep.

I was never a long-lost daughter, nor was I a beloved wife.

I was just a mobile blood bank waiting to be slaughtered.

To the rest of the world, I was just a blue-collar "oil rig worker" battling the sun and storms at sea year-round.

But my true service record is locked deep in the Pentagon’s top-secret archives. Codename: "Ghost"—a specialist handling the military's deadliest black ops overseas.

The day my final mission ended, I pushed open my front door filled with anticipation, only to be greeted by a floor pooled with blood and smashed furniture.

An untouchable syndicate had beaten my wife black and blue and abducted my seven-year-old son, threatening to harvest him for the black-market organ trade.

Right now, safely holed up in a subterranean fortress, the arrogant syndicate boss is hiding behind multi-ton blast doors and dozens of hired guns, scoffing at the "cowardly" husband who only knew how to cry to the cops.

What they don't know is that, just a few minutes ago, I permanently shredded that disguise.

Let the hunt begin...

Qiara Stone died once—long enough to watch the Clayborne family mourn her like a performance and celebrate their glittering “songbird” like she was born to shine. Then Qiara wakes up a week earlier in her twenty-year-old body, memories intact, heart blazing with one truth: she was never meant to be background noise in someone else’s masterpiece.

Raised by loving adoptive parents until a hospital mix-up rewrote her fate, Qiara was reclaimed by the powerful Claybornes—only to have her talent suppressed, her future bartered, and her voice stolen to protect the family’s lie. This time, she’s done obeying. With the Garden East Musical Competition as her battlefield, Qiara risks everything to step into the spotlight and claim the career that was always hers.

But the Claybornes don’t lose gracefully—and freedom comes with a price. When ruthless tech heir Julius Pierre offers Qiara protection, power, and a partnership no one can ignore, she must decide whether his deal is a lifeline… or just another gilded cage.

In a world where reputations are bought and voices are stolen, Qiara’s second life may be her only chance to sing—and make them pay.

"Why?" The word came out as a whisper. "Why me?"

The knife was sticking out of my stomach like it belonged there. Blood poured between my fingers as I pressed both hands against the wound.

My legs gave out. The pavement was freezing against my face.

The guy wiped his blade clean, then grabbed my ankles. He was dragging me toward the lake.

"No!" I tried to kick, but my body wouldn't work right. "Please..."

Tyler's gift bag was just within reach and I grabbed it, held on tight. Twenty-three years of never being enough. Of taking scraps and saying thank you.

Then the water hit, and everything went black.


Samantha Thompson died at twenty-three, clutching a birthday gift she'd never get to give. Murdered in a dark alley, her last thought was of wasted potential and a life unlived. But death wasn't the end—it was a second chance.

Reborn at seventeen with memories intact, Samantha makes radically different choices. She fights for her West Point acceptance, becomes an FBI agent, and partners with mysterious Matthew Nolan to hunt serial killers. But as she grows from broken victim to formidable investigator, darker truths emerge about her parents' deaths and the people she trusts most.

Will Samantha master her destiny this time, or will the same forces that destroyed her family claim her second life as well?

To protect my older sister's piano championship, my own brother crushed all ten of my fingers.
To win my sister's favor, my fiancé hired someone to kick the baby out of me.
After surviving a fire that nearly killed me, I finally woke up.
And when I returned, I blasted the hard proof of their affair and their schemes all over the internet. As I watched them lose their minds, lose everything, and drop to their knees begging for mercy, I let out a cold laugh, turned around, and claimed the top of the world!

I loved Julian for ten years, carving every sweat-stained day into my love for him.
He once said I shined brighter than any gold medal.
Yet in five short minutes, he handed my dream, my glory, and my whole world to a scheming transfer girl.
Betrayed, discarded, and broken on the fencing strip, I lost my first love and everything I fought for.
Until the retired cold Olympic champion stepped out of the dark midnight shadows.
He offered me hellish training and a sharp blade of revenge.
I buried my soft heart, handed over my soul, and vowed to make every traitor pay.

My name is Arthur, a bottom-tier financial drone relying on liver cirrhosis to survive on Wall Street. My greatest dream is to land a normal labor contract that includes weekends off and social security, but this is destined to be impossible.
Because my dad is a Primordial Vampire, my mom is an Alpha Werewolf, and my older brother is an Urban Legend Wraith.
When my tycoon boss, trying to save on severance pay, deployed over a hundred heavily-armed mercenaries to physically eliminate me, I had no choice but to blow the bone whistle my old man gave me...

died as Seraphina Volkov, the deadliest Alpha Commander in the Eastern Territories, betrayed by my own second-in-command. The Moon Goddess offered me a second chance in a body that desperately needed my strength.

I woke up as Zara Thorne.

Eighteen years old. Wolfless Omega. Silverfang Academy's favorite punching bag. The girl who just died from being pushed down the stairs for spilling soup on the wrong shoes.

They expect me to cower. To submit. To know my place at the bottom of their pathetic hierarchy.

They have no idea who they're dealing with.

I crash a combat trial to save my sister and destroy their undefeated champion without even shifting. The entire academy loses their minds. And the Nightshade twins, Cassian and Dante, the arrogant Alphas who rule this school, decide I'm their new favorite toy.

They think they can break me, make me submit and force me to bow like everyone else.

Pathetic.

I've commanded armies. Survived wars. Killed legends. These spoiled brats playing at dominance don't scare me.

I'll put them all in their place and show them who's bossy.

Grace

He’s the arrogant college quarterback and womanizer. The one guy I want nothing to do with, ever ...
That is, until my boss tells me I don’t have a choice, and I’m assigned to report on him for the school paper.
The legendary Jackson is a million things at once, but he’s still just a person hiding behind his precious football. I see right through his facade, and I don’t think he’s used to that.
Sexy. Charming. Ambitious.
I want him more and more as the days pass, but he could never be really interested in a girl like me. A nobody.

Or could he?

Jackson
If there was ever a woman who could kill me with looks alone, it’s Grace.
She’s insecure, obstinate, and a pain in my ass.
I don’t need her any more than she needs me, but the publicity is good, so hey, why not?
Right?
I never thought Grace would be one of the few people to take me seriously. She sees through my bullshit, and her blunt honesty is a breath of fresh air.
But, people don’t like it. They don’t like us. A guy like me doesn’t belong with a girl like Grace.
She’s sweet. Funny. Clever. And damn it all if I can’t keep my hands off of her.
I don’t think anyone was expecting what happened next.

Especially us.

Never trust a man, unless he is hot!!...

“If you are Proserpina, then who is she?” The mystery man asked me, pointing over to the girl behind my uncle.
“Time to play you.” She mouthed the words and smirked with those evil eyes at me in a haunting way sending a chill through my spine.
I know that face and the identity of the imposter—
Justina-the bitch!
*
Two brothers, Hades and Vlad.
One is destined to protect her!
The other is born to destroy her!!
Both are fated with a broken human princess Proserpina, trapped in a gilded cage.
*
I could feel his cold breath settling on the back of my neck and deadly fangs scraping against my flesh. “Try running again, Princess, and I will trap you forever inside the darkest coffin of my lair. Your fate is sealed with me in this life, and then in next and then again next, till the life-death cycle goes on. My wounded butterfly!”
“NO!” I screamed in fear.
“Proserpina! It's just a nightmare!” Hades pulled me in his arms to protect me from my nightmares, caressing my scars as if feeling the pain which they conceal.
“It felt so real as if it had happened before. In the past! His shadow will trap me, again!”
“Then let him try. I’ll hunt him down the darkest corners of the World’s end if I have to, and then I’ll kill him in this life, and then in next and then again next, till the life-death cycle decides to kick his ass and let him rot in purgatory. My wild Raven!” Hades’s wolf Cerberus growled.
*
Proserpina is tired of waiting for her prince to save her, so she decides to escape at the first chance. She is saved by a mysterious and cursed werewolf prince Hades from the blood-sucking predators. Their fates get intertwined and take them on a journey through the dark and haunted woods of Carpathians ranges infested by the predators of the night, The Shadows. If Prince Hades will be able to save Proserpina or will she be trapped forever in the dark depths of the lair of vampire Prince Vlad?
(The prologue was written by the 3rd POV, and later chapters were written by the 1st POV.)

"You don't want me as your master, you wouldn't survive if I owned you," the dark words made me cringe.

"But, I love you, I chose you," I mutter, my voice filled with sorrow.
At once, I am over the desk, a hard cock pressed against my ass as a strong pair of hand wrap around my neck.
"I will fuck you hard until you pass out if you were mine," he breathes in my ear.
"It makes me so wet," I blurt out.

I am supposed to be his, but Whitlock wouldn't own me, until his friend wants a piece of me. Is he ready to give me away or will the emotions he is fighting off be enough to safe us?

When my parents and my fiancé Gilbert asked me once again to donate my kidney to my cousin Yvonne, who was hospitalized with kidney failure, I didn't cry or scream.

I simply said one word: "Okay."

My parents and Gilbert were stunned. They rushed to have me sign the voluntary donation form, afraid I’d change my mind.

Some days later, they sent me to the operating room.

Dad said, "Yvonne will finally be saved. We're so proud of you."

Mom said, "After the surgery, we'll make it up to you."

Gilbert looked tenderly at Yvonne and said, "When you're better, where should we travel?"

What they didn't know was that the day I agreed, I'd just received my diagnosis, stage four cancer. Three months to live.

As I lay on the cold operating table, as the anesthesia began to take effect, I only wanted to know one thing:

If I die on this operating table, will they regret it?

In the shadow of small-town whispers and a barren womb, Susan Hart faces the ultimate shame: three years married to Greg, no baby in sight. His weak seed confirmed by doctors, the family fortune hangs by a thread—no heir, no inheritance.

Desperate, she turns to the men who can deliver: rugged father-in-law Frank, with his grizzled stamina, and ripped brother-in-law Jake, Lily's fertile stud. What starts as a whispered plea in the bathroom escalates to raw kitchen poundings, warehouse fistings, and father-son tag-teams amid crates of grain.

"Family first," they growl, flooding her fertile depths. But Greg's rage simmers, Lily's suspicions sharpen, and Susan's body betrays her with shattering orgasms. One load could save her marriage—or shatter the Hart dynasty forever.

Will the breeding pact bind them in ecstasy... or bury them in scandal?

I gave my Alpha fiancé to my stepsister.

My mother's face lit up. "You're giving Damon to Maya? Don't come crying later, Kira. That man is the most powerful Alpha alive."

I won't. Never again.

Last life, I married him. Suffocated for three years.

He wanted a perfect Luna. I showed up to the full moon gala in a mini skirt. The elite ladies circled in—*"Shameless. Like a bitch in heat."* Damon walked over, draped his jacket over my shoulders.

I thought he was protecting me.

"Must you embarrass me like this?" His voice cut like ice. "Every damn time."

That's when I knew: he loved the perfect Luna. Not me.

Then came the conservative gowns, endless etiquette training, and every time I fought back—*"Pack law, Kira. Obey."*

Until the flames took me, I swore: If I ever got another chance, I would never marry that man.

I woke the night before our engagement and pushed the contract away. "Let Maya be his perfect Luna. I just want my freedom."

But I didn't expect—

When Damon discovered the switch, the cold Alpha completely lost it.

My childhood friend was a tech prodigy.

To comfort his influencer girlfriend who was suffering from period cramps, he wanted to forfeit the National Hackathon we had spent the entire year preparing for.

I tipped off his father.

Consequently, he was dragged to the competition, won first place, and secured a straight path to Stanford.

Years later, his startup succeeded, making him a billionaire Silicon Valley entrepreneur.

While I was nothing but his employee.

In the dimly lit basement server room, peering down at me like a god, he plunged a knife into my only seeing eye.

"Chloe, you are a vicious bitch. This is your retribution."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment before everything fell apart.