Rebirth

Rebirth

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For centuries, Gray's life has been a never-ending cycle of rebirth, his soul trapped in a prison of perpetuity. Like a phoenix, he rises from the ashes, his facial features frozen in time, a perpetual echo of his past. This time, however, he has lingered longer than usual, the curse's grip on him faltering. The weight of his immortality bears down upon him like a crushing boulder, the accumulated memories of countless lifetimes threatening to consume him whole. Yet, a glimmer of hope flickers within his chest, a burning desire to shatter the curse's shackles and break free from the cycle of rebirth. The question echoes through his mind like a haunting refrain: can he find a way to escape the perpetual wheel of life and death, or will he be forever doomed to repeat the past? The air is heavy with anticipation, the wind whispering secrets in his ear, as Gray sets out on a journey to unravel the mystery of the curse and claim his freedom. The stakes are high, the fate of his soul hanging precariously in the balance. Will he succeed, or will the curse ultimately prevail, condemning him to an eternity of rebirth and suffering? Ranked #1 on 27th August, 2021
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

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