Novels

On the way to my interview, my best friend, who always told me to mind my own business, darted towards a Rolls Royce that had just been in an accident.I knew it then, she was also reborn.

"The day my boyfriend proposed, I suddenly saw a string of words above his head. ""Girl, wake up! This dog is gonna cheat in, like, two episodes!"" ""Total douchebag. Gross! Run, girl, run!"" Under the barrage of these crazy comments, I turned him down. As I ran out, I literally crashed into this kid, dressed like a homeless urchin. The comments went wild again. ""This kid's gonna be filthy rich! Go for it, sister!"" ""Latch onto him! He's the next billionaire!"" I stared at the kid in front of me, who looked seriously underfed. A billionaire… seriously?"

After my mom saw news online about socialites marrying into wealthy families, she immediately signed up for a free training program online. My sister Maria thought those classes were all for show and insisted on continuing her studies. But since my grades weren't great, Mom forced me to attend that training program anyway. A few years later, I became an internet socialite with a stunning figure and married a divorced movie star, achieving a complete class transformation. Meanwhile, my sister failed in her advanced studies and couldn't find a good job. Our parents constantly mocked her, saying she wasn't as capable as me. She had a complete emotional breakdown and stabbed me to death at my wedding of the century, then killed herself. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Mom excitedly asking me and my sister, "Which one of you wants to drop out and go to finishing school?" Maria beside me quickly stepped in front of me protectively, her voice full of excitement: "Me! I want to join the socialite program!" Looking at Maria's excitement, I immediately knew she had been reborn just like me. I instinctively shrank back and didn't dare speak up. Mom's gaze swept over Maria, then turned to me. I quickly lowered my head and stayed silent. After a while, Mom asked me, "Rhett, do you want to give it a try?" Since my grades weren't as good as my sister's and I could barely make the top ten in my class, Mom was just asking casually. She already knew not to put all the family's hopes on one person - you had to spread your eggs across different baskets and let us sisters take different paths. Hearing Mom ask this, Maria immediately turned to look at me, her eyes full of wariness and anger.

The day I coughed up blood during my mukbang stream, my viewer count hit 100,000 for the first time. My brother burst into the frame and slapped me across the face.

Only when the men saw the village women and children slaughtered by raiders did they believe my warnings. Staring at the mutilated bodies, they erupted in rage. "Captain!" one shouted hoarsely. "You said Olivia was lying—that we should guard you and Sienna for her birthday! Now my son is dead! Where’s my wife?!" Miles turned deathly pale. I watched the bloodshed, tears falling. In my past life, when raiders attacked, my husband—the Island Guard Captain—took all the men to celebrate Sienna’s birthday. Pregnant, I crawled through storm drains to bring them back. But Sienna was killed by a stray raider. After hunting them down, Miles said nothing—until my childbirth. Then he brutalized me and threw me into the sea. "You," he hissed, "lured the raiders out of jealousy. Since you wanted her fate, I’ll make sure you die like her." When I woke again, I was back at the raid’s beginning. This time, if he wanted to protect her… let him.

After the first ten challengers failed, the System let me choose my own role.

My boyfriend’s obsession was to have a kid, but he was infertile—so he tricked his identical twin into getting me pregnant. I gave myself completely to Rocco that night, fully aware he wasn’t Renzo. The next morning, I complimented my real boyfriend. “Babe, you were amazing last night. I’ve never felt that satisfied before!” His face went completely drained of color like I’d slapped him. Behind that frozen expression, I saw it—that flicker of something. Guilt? Fear? Jealousy? “Who do you like better? Your boyfriend in bed last night, or the one making you breakfast right now?” I wrapped my arms around his and smiled like a lovestruck newlywed. “I love how gentle you are in the daylight. But... last night?” I giggled. “I really liked that wild version of you!”

Three hundred years ago, an ancestor of the powerful Clark family, the wealthiest in all of the capital, passed by the city's abandoned baby tower and made a careless, cruel remark."Girls are useless. They deserve to die."That one sentence cursed every male descendant of the Clarks for generations.

I turned away after witnessing my childhood friend, drugged and burning with desire, drag the principal's daughter into the bathroom. In my past life, I had rushed in to stop his violent act. But that only put me in danger.