Reborne - Immortal _ Fantasy (10 best books of all time txt) 📗
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"Run!" The voice screamed in her head. "I have to escape!" She said to herself each time both her bare foot made contact with the cold and wet forest floor. "I will come back, I will take revenge on what they did to me, my life!" She could hear running behind her, getting distant by the second, but still, she won't stop. She felt herself slowing down, but she kept on trying. With each step, her vision got more blurry until she couldn't handle it anymore, she fell to her knees, scraping them more than what they have done to her. She lied down on the floor, that was wet from her blood. She was beginning to feel her eyes drooping. 'Revenge...' was her only last words before she fell into a deep sleep...
Chapter 1: Reincarnate
"Are you seriously thinking that I could believe you, Katherina?" Mother fussed up, annoyed with me. "Yes, mother!" I cut in. "No! I cannot believe it, Katherina. Even if I want to, I can't because it is just your imagination!" Mother yelled at me, her voice cracking.
"You can't say that mother. You cannot say that when you haven't gone through it... It hurts so much!" I yelled back, fighting back the tears that are falling from my eyes. "Don't raise your voice on me, young lady!" Mother shouted. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my right cheek. She had slapped me. I could feel my blood, rushing through my veins to my eyes. Slowly my gaze fell to the ground, my vision starting to blur with shades of light pink to dark red, blood red. I shook my head and looked at my mother with my fists tightened. Suddenly, mothers eyes grew wide; her mouth dropped with a sharp gasp.
"You-you...you." Mother's words stuttering in shock. "First you slapped me, now you can't even look at me with remorse?" There was a loud piercing sound that shook the mansion, causing bookcases, and chandeliers to crash on the hard marble floor. It took a while after the piercing sound stopped until I realized that the sound came from me. My mother fell to the ground, shaking with fear and shock. I looked at my hands in shock, surprised at what I've just done.
"I'm sorry baby." Mother gasped out after a while, her voice shaking. "No." I spat out. "No mother. After father left, you were an alcoholic, crazed lady! I can't even call you my mother anymore when you don't even give a shit about me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, surprisingly louder than what a normal human can yell. I felt a burning sensation at the tips of my fingers. I tried to ignore it, but mother kept on staring wide-eyed at my fingers. I looked, and for my surprise, there were flames at the tip of my fingers. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt me at all. I gave my head a shake and looked at my mother, teary-eyed.
"You see mother? All you can do is stare at me, not a single request to help me at all!" I choked out, my eyes getting blurry with blood red shades again. "But- "No mother, don't you dare defy me!" The once tiny flames that appeared on the tips of my fingers grew larger by the second. I knew that if I stayed here any longer, I wouldn't be able to keep control of my temper, and I might burn this mansion down.
"I can't do this anymore..." I muttered, scared that I have to accept this, but not regretting it either. "I'm sorry, mother," I sighed. I grabbed my bag that I packed this morning and stepped back towards the two automatic doors of mother's mansion. "Sorry? For what...?" Mother asked, a slight sense of concern in her voice.
"I'm leaving."
Chapter 2: Dooms DayDec 31, 2002, was the day I died.
Jan 1st, 2003, was the day I was reborn. My name is Katherina Persefoni, pronounced Kat-der-rain-na ~ Per-say-phone-e, rolling the 'r' in "rain." I am currently 17 years old, moved to America from the United Kingdom just last week. Until a year ago, this is my first junior year at the 5 stars, StarGaze High School. I am starting this school the last half of the year because mother and father decided to move for their business. I've never been abused with words or have been embarrassed in public before, and you can say that this year is the first time I've been bullied.
I woke up to one of my favourite music, 7 rings, by Ariana Grande, from my annoying alarm clock. I groaned and reached to the table at my bedside, trying to shut my alarm clock up. I swatted my hand and accidentally hit the rim of the table, surely bruising my hand. I grabbed my pillow and squished it on my face, hoping that it would muffle the sounds. After a while of silence, I lifted the pillow off my face, glad hearing nothing at all. Until the alarm clock chose that time to replay the song again. After millions of failed attempts to shut the fucking alarm up, I yelled in anger and rose up from my comfortable king-sized bed, grabbed my stupid alarm and threw it across my room.
Actually, it isn't a room, but more like a whole floor. My mansion is five stories tall with three underground levels, one for a humungous indoor pool, another for special occasions like parties, and last, is just a regular basement. My room is the largest floor, the fourth story. I know, I know. You're probably like, "Holy, shit!" and yadda yadda, but calm down! Not to brag but my family is rich, and that's all. My mother and father owns a huge business that basically feeds the whole country with our needs. Food, yup. Clothing, check. They have it all. So you can say my family is the wealthiest in this country. Well, why do we have five stories? It's a mansion bruh. No, I'm just kidding. We are a family of four. Mother, father, brother and me. Mother and father took the second floor, bedroom, offices and all that. My brother, Elijah (who is 20) took the third. The main is the first one where all the guest rooms, living room, the kitchen and two bathrooms are held. Now you probably ask, "What about the fifth floor?" Mother was expecting a baby last month, but it was a false report. But father and mother agreed that the fifth floor would be for me. Gosh, I'm talking too much. So anyways, enough about my family and me.
I threw the alarm across the room to the other side in anger, watching the alarm fly across my "room" and out my huge window. My eyes went wide with surprise as I ran to my window and watched the alarm fly as far as I can see it, about 96km. Wait,- an average person can only see up to 48km. Talking mathematically, 96 is double of 48! I ran to the washroom (Yes, I have my own washroom) and looked at myself in the mirror. Nothing is out of the usual. Ears are still on the sides of my head. My button nose, as seen in the mirror, are on my heart-shaped face. My eyes, well, nothing was wrong with my dark ocean blue coloured eyes.
"What is wrong with me?" I questioned myself, still concerned and confused.
"Katherina!" I heard mother yell from the bottom of the long-as-hell staircase. "Whatever is the problem, Mother?" I shouted back to her, turning off the washroom lights and closing the door behind me. I didn't hear anything for a while, so I started going back to my bed. "You're going to be late for school!" This time it wasn't mother, it was Elijah. "No way," I mumbled to myself, mentally thanking Elijah for reminding me why I was out of bed. I rushed back to the washroom, brushing my teeth and taking a shower at lightning speed. After I was done, I ran to my big walk-in closet and gazed around for a while until I saw the perfect outfit. I quickly changed into a cute black top, showing my perfectly shaped belly a bit and all my curves, along with a short tight black legging with a white stripe on one side that I thought was pretty cute.
I noticed that my hair was still wet, so I jogged over to my makeup table and grabbed the hair-dryer from the counter. I plugged it in and started drying my hair. My hair felt dry after 10 minutes, so I started doing my makeup. There's nothing to rush for anyways, I thought. Eli was just trying to hurry me up, so I would at least mess up one thing. I jumped a little when a thought struck me. How did I know that Elijah was joking about me being late? He didn't say anything about it.
"Whatever, I'll look into it later," I said to myself, doing my makeup. I was finishing my smokey grey and gold eyeliner when my brother barged into my room.
"Woah, sis. You look flaming hot." Elijah said, jumping on my perfectly made bed. "Ew, that's disgusting!" I exclaimed, shoving my brother and making him nearly falling off my bed. "Well, it's true." He said, chuckling. I sat on the edge of my bed while Eli lied down on his elbow, glancing up at me. "All the guys will fall for you now." He said. "Pssh. I'm the new kid, Elijah. No one's gonna fall for me." I pointed out. "You think? I bet you 50." He challenged me.
"You're on."
Chapter 3: Karma
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