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Angelina, Alpha King of the world's strongest werewolf pack, dies in a yacht explosion—only to be reborn as Aria, a bullied sixteen-year-old from the lowest Omega family. Her new life? Failing grades, cruel classmates, and a love letter that became the school's biggest joke.

In her first life, Angelina had power but died alone. Now she's poor, powerless, and has everything she never knew she wanted—a family. But when thugs threaten to harvest her brothers' organs for debt money. Her mother begs her to run. Her brother offers to take the fall. For the first time, the Alpha King understands: family isn't a weakness. It's a reason to unleash hell.

And in a world where Omegas are worthless trash—what happens when they discover the most powerful Alpha alive is living in an Omega's body?

For ten years, Lyra has been hopelessly in love with Kael, the powerful Northern Alpha. She endured ridicule in her pursuit, and even as Fated Mates, Kael never acknowledged her Luna identity. Before dying, she finally realized the cruel truth — Kael never loved her — and passed away alone on the bed where they were married.
Fortunately, the Moon Goddess gave her a second chance.
Reborn at seventeen, Lyra vows to live for herself and keep her distance. Kael panics at her withdrawal, unable to bear seeing her draw close to other Alphas. He believes the seemingly weak, Wolfless Lyra cannot escape his grasp, but she hides a true Alpha identity. Beneath their love, a far greater conspiracy quietly lurks.

In her previous life, Emily Charles has endured the betrayal of her husband, the manipulative works of his evil adoptive sister and the harsh treatment of her in-laws. Everything warrants her family bankruptcy and her ultimately death.

Now re-given a second chance in life, Emily sworn to deal with those who wronged her and planned to see her enemies begging for mercy on their knees, but just as she continued with her plans, unknown to her, she captured the heart of unattainable man from her past who suddenly set his sight on her.

“You're such a wild fire, and I wondered why you ignored me before” he said in a low alluring voice that stirred up something strange in her.

“But this time, I must capture your heart whether you like it or not”

WARNING: This story contains intense

emotions, brutal betrayals, slow-burn obsession, and a female lead who doesn't know how to stay dead. Proceed with caution... and snacks.

She was known as Claire Summer, the organization's deadliest sword. Feared and ruthless, everything dead or alive shuddered at the mention of her name.

Until one night, they turned on her.

Framed by the people she trusted, she was labeled as a traitor and was electrocuted to death on an electric chair.

Claire Summer awakens in the body of Ariana Stevens, an ordinary girl who was relentlessly bullied... and who looks exactly like her. With a strange centipede-long scar now marking her face and fragments of her past creeping in, Claire Summer begins to piece together the truth behind the betrayal that shattered her world.

Then she meets Jasper Hart, the cold, enigmatic young master of the powerful Hart family. His gaze unsettles her and His presence stirs something deeper.

But as vengeance calls and shadows whisper secrets long buried, she must make a choice.

Will her thirst for revenge and the mystery of her past destroy the chance at the love she never knew she needed? Or will she place her aching heart in the hands of this god-like man and the promise of a peaceful future?

I was confirmed dead!
My enemies mocked my grave, they dug up my past, and painted me as a bitch, my mother's spirit cried, so did that of my dead relatives!
But what they didn't know who that I was still in their midst, although not as the person I once was, but as a hell racer!

Scarlet Jenkins died in the hands of her half-sister. Filled with bitterness, she vowed that if she had a chance, she would make everyone pay. Her wish was granted as she was reborn. With the opportunity to make things right, she wanted nothing to do with the Jenkins, but it seemed that the heavens had another plan for her.
She had to embrace her new self while staying guarded. Not to pawn in someone's chess piece, she worked to make something for herself. When her identities were revealed one by night, everyone was shocked.
Still, where did this man who seemed to be glued to her come from? Everyone thought she had been helped by that time; everything she had wasn't even hers, just pretending.
Will she get her revenge?
Will she get the love she didn't get in her past life?

After a tragic accident, Tessa—a poor orphan—wakes up in the body of Elena Scarlet, America’s most adored model and actress, and the daughter of a billionaire, while her real body lies unconscious in the hospital.
As she struggles to survive jealous rivals, unexpected romance, and haunting secrets, the truth behind the mysterious soul switch begins to unfold.
But when the real Elena’s soul returns, Tessa must make an impossible choice.

Betrayed by the one she trusted most, Aurora, the vampire queen, met her end at the hands of her lover. In her final moments, she desperately pleaded with the moon goddess for another chance at life.

But fate has a twisted sense of humour—she awakens as an Omega, a mere slave. As she plans to run away,Her path takes an even darker turn when Alpha Jason, her ex-lover who ended her life, becomes her unexpected savior.

Now she must get her close to the Alpha and take her revenge on him, as they both guard secrets that could shatter their worlds. In a pack where even whispers of the vampire queen are forbidden, how long can Aurora survive when her enemies are out for her?

What happens when secrets are unravelled and love starts to blossom again? Will Aurora be able to survive the perilous journey ahead?

Drunk and reckless, Forrest once claimed her in a night of passion.
But after their marriage? He never touched her again.
For fifty years, Ella devoted herself to him—loving, waiting, sacrificing.
Yet when he died, she wasn’t even allowed to attend his funeral.
Then… she woke up.
This time, she seized her stolen future—top of her class, acceptance to Berkeley, a life he could never control.
But the more she ignored him, the more obsessed he became.
"Ella," he begged, desperation clawing at his voice, "Give me one more chance."
She didn’t even glance back.

My daughter was taken by rogues, and my husband didn't care.

But when his childhood friend went missing in another attack, he spared no expense searching for her.

I searched for our daughter alone. When I died in the wilderness, I'd been looking for fifty years.

As I bled out that day, I had only one thought—I'm sorry, Lily. I'm so sorry I couldn't find you.

Then I opened my eyes and found myself fifty years in the past, the night before the nightmare began.

I died with Vivian's smile burned into my memory.

She shot my sister Emma, and my husband Damien just stood there and watched. As my heart stopped, the last thing I saw was Vivian's triumphant smirk.

Then I opened my eyes.

I was back on the day the nightmare began, the morning Damien announced he wanted to keep both me and Vivian.

In my past life, I cried, I fought, I resisted. And finally, I watched Emma bleed out while Vivian smiled.

This time, I smiled back and said, "Okay."

When I died alone in the hospital in my past life, Nathaniel was in Paris getting engaged to Sophia.

Reborn on the day of Mom's funeral, I watched him announce his first love's return at the gala. Watched him smile at her the way he never smiled at me in three years.

So I threw wine in his face.

"The transaction is over, Nathaniel."

In front of all Boston high society, I dropped his million-dollar ring into the champagne tower.

Then I drove 12 hours to Port Haven. A shabby seaside cottage, teaching piano, falling for Liam, the gentle town doctor. I thought I was finally free.

Until three months later, Nathaniel showed up with lawyers.

"Clause 17, Emma. Early divorce means you owe $8 million."

I collapsed in the snow, hands shaking—this hidden trap is why I never ran in my past life.

But this time, will I let him win again?

Yes, I jumped from that rooftop. Wind screaming in my ears as I fell, thinking it might finally earn me one fucking tear from them. Instead, all I got was "she's so dramatic."
Now I'm staring at fifteen-year-old skin in the mirror. Downstairs, their fake voices call my name—identical to that "welcome home" afternoon three years ago.
Yvette rushes to hug me, sugar-sweet venom dripping from her lips: "Remember who the princess is." I give her the same plastic smile right back.
I hear the voice in my head crystal clear: This time, I'm not fighting for their love—I'm taking back the life that was always mine.

I woke up one night and found myself back to that orchestrated evening three years ago.

In my past life, I was too naive, step by step pushed into the abyss by my stepmother Victoria. She poisoned my daughter Emma, embezzled my fortune, and finally orchestrated my "accidental" death. My father Robert, that greedy man, chose to turn a blind eye.

This time, I will make them pay in blood.

But what surprised me was that man—Ryan Blackwood.

Why does he always appear when I need help the most? Are those seemingly coincidental encounters really just accidents?

The moment I found myself bound in that warehouse, I was still foolishly hoping James would come to my rescue. Four years—I had washed countless shirts for him, written innumerable papers, even helped him pursue other girls. Everyone called me lovesick, but I believed I had a place in his heart.

Yet there he stood, pointing at Emily, saying, "I choose her." As the knife pierced my chest, all I felt was endless regret.

When my eyes flew open, I'd somehow returned to the first day of senior year! What shattered me even more was learning that my savior had never been James at all, but some tattooed guy on a motorcycle?

The fake hero was still playing Prince Charming, while my actual rescuer was... where?

This time around, I absolutely won't fall into the same trap!

Have you ever been yanked by your hair in the dead of night, at 3 a.m., forced to your knees on that freezing tile floor while your mother-in-law stands there clapping like it's some twisted game, barking, "Say it—say you're worthless trash!"? God, I have. I've felt the sickening thud of a baseball bat slamming into my swollen belly, the fragile kicks of my unborn baby fading to nothing... and then that final crack against my skull, as I lay there bleeding, watching them mop up the mess, already whispering about carving up my life insurance like vultures.

But then, my eyes snapped open, and I was back—back to that first night he struck me, my cheek throbbing hot from his slap. He pulled me close, tears streaming, choking out, "It'll never happen again, I swear."

This time, no tears from me. No more playing the victim. Instead, I slipped away in the shadows, hunting for Krav Maga moves online. Why the hell should my baby and I be the only ones trapped in this nightmare, rotting away while they walk free?

I'm alive.

When I jolted awake to see March 15th on my phone, I could barely believe it—I should have been dead since August 18th! Marcus, my Alpha husband, had murdered pregnant me with his own hands for his "childhood sweetheart" Freya's fake death.

Reborn to the night it all began, I heard the familiar pleading downstairs: "Please, Alpha Marcus! My daughter is dying!"

This time, when Marcus fed me that lie about "special wolf poison" to trick me into breaking our mate bond, I smiled and agreed.

When I was poisoned by my mate and handmaiden, dying before the throne I once claimed, I thought it was over—but why did I open my eyes to find myself three years in the past, at the Moon Ceremony where I chose my lifelong mate?

Could choosing that seemingly ordinary Omega in everyone's eyes truly tear away the bastard's disguise and foil that bitch's schemes? What secret lies behind that fleeting golden gleam in his eyes?

As I strive to break a thousand years of tradition by becoming the first female Alpha, will the Elders let me live?

In this game of rebirth, can I truly escape and live one life that's actually mine?

I died once, watching him leap to his death for me.

Reborn three years in the past, I decided to completely change the rules of the game.

"I'm going to marry Parker Ashford!" I declared publicly at his birthday party, ignoring everyone's shocked stares.

"You're insane? I'm a cripple..." He tried to push me away, but I wouldn't let him.

I climbed through his bathroom window, seeing him at his most vulnerable. "These scars are beautiful because they're part of you." I kissed his withered legs, feeling his body tremble.

"Don't look at me..." he begged through tears.

"Only I get to look, only I get to touch." I used a belt to bind him to his wheelchair. "You belong to me, Parker Ashford."

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.

Everyone thinks my stepbrother Oliver is perfect boyfriend material.
Caring, protective, straight out of a romance novel.
Problem is—he's not my boyfriend, he's my brother. And he's systematically destroying my life.
Three days ago, I killed myself with pills. Today I woke up back at eighteen.
Even more fucked up? Oliver remembers too.
Last lifetime, he spent seven years driving away every friend I had, making me believe he was the only person who loved me. I died completely alone.
This time, he plans to do it better.
But this time I'm not the naive girl who believed "I'm doing this for your own good."
This time, I'm going to show everyone what this "perfect brother" really is.
He thinks controlling me is easy? Let's see who knows the rules of this game better.

As I clung to Alfred in the explosion, crying out my love, all I could think about was the absurdity of our ten-year marriage—how I had foolishly believed he only married me for the Sanders fortune.

Then I opened my eyes to find my white lace wedding gown still draped at the foot of the bed, and him standing in the moonlight, unchanged from a decade ago, before my coldness had frozen him completely. "Are you okay?" he asked from beyond the door as I gripped the handle, trembling. In my past life, I had coldly sent him to the guest room.

In this one, if I said "stay," would he believe me? This rebirth came too suddenly. Could I really warm his heart that I'd let grow so cold? Or were we still destined to end up destroying each other?

Louis and I missed each other for five years before we finally reconciled.

But after only three years together, he passed away from cancer.

When I opened my eyes again, I had traveled back to the year when he hated me most.

Louis was saying harsh words to me, decisively breaking up:

"Emily. I never want to see you again."

I grabbed his collar and kissed him, cutting off whatever he was about to say.

Louis: ???

I said: "Even if we break up, we can still be friends with benefits, can't we?"

Have you ever loved someone so completely that you handed them the knife? Believed their lies so desperately that you never saw the blade coming?

"Love you? Christ, Sera, did you actually believe I could love someone so pathetically desperate for affection?" Dashiell's words cut deeper than any weapon, shattering a year of beautiful lies.

That night, beneath the blood moon, they killed me—not with claws or fangs, but with betrayal so complete it stopped my heart. But death wasn't the end. I opened my eyes on my 21st birthday, reborn with perfect clarity. This time, I won't be the naive girl who trusted too easily. Every cruel word, every drop of spilled blood, every sleepless night of agony—I'll repay it all.

Let the games begin. They created a monster, and now they'll face her wrath.

I am Scarlett King, heiress to a Texas oil empire and a woman who has died once before.

In my past life, I thought my marriage to cowboy Colt was nothing more than mutual respect and distant politeness. It wasn't until I was sorting through his belongings after his death that I discovered the truth—those yellowed photographs, handwritten love poems, a decade's worth of secret devotion...

"She is the brightest star in all of Texas, while I am merely a shadow lost in the dust..."

Ten years! He had loved me in silence for ten whole years, never daring to speak his heart!

Reborn to the moment we first met, I watch this young cowboy who can't even meet my eyes, and something wild ignites within my chest.

"This time, I won't let you slip away."

During riding lessons, I press against his muscled thigh, feeling his body's unmistakable response as I smile with satisfaction. "Your heart is racing so fast... is it because of me?"

"Don't look at me like that," his voice trembles. "I might lose control."

"Then lose control for me."

My worthless husband murdered me in cold blood, along with our six-month-old unborn child.

Reborn at my own mating ceremony, I boldly rejected the weakling ex who couldn't even complete his wolf transformation, and shocked everyone by proposing to his powerful Alpha father!

"Alpha Dominic, make me your Luna! I'll give the Storm Pack the true Alpha heirs they deserve!"

The entire pack was stunned—a lowly Omega from nowhere just shattered centuries of tradition!

But when I conceived Alpha triplets, the werewolf world exploded. A miracle that happens once in a lifetime!