Apocalypse Rebirth: Reclaiming My Infinite Space
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
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Chapter 6
Ellery threw her car into park behind the massive, gray concrete structure of the state's largest wholesale club. She didn't drive to the front entrance where the suburban moms with their oversized shopping carts were lining up. She drove straight to the loading docks in the back.
She killed the engine, grabbed a manila folder from the passenger seat, and walked up the metal stairs to a glass door marked Commercial Accounts & Bulk Logistics.
She pushed the door open. The office was loud, filled with the sound of ringing phones and dot-matrix printers. She walked straight to the largest desk in the room, where a woman with a tight bun and a stressed expression was aggressively typing on a keyboard. Her name tag read Wanda Novak - Regional Manager.
Ellery sat down in the chair opposite Wanda without being invited.
Wanda held up a finger, not looking away from her screen. "Give me a minute, I'm dealing with a supply chain issue."
Ellery didn't speak. She simply opened the manila folder and slid a piece of paper across the desk. It was a flawlessly forged 501(c)(3) non-profit license for a "Pacific Northwest Survivalist Youth Camp."
Wanda glanced at it, unimpressed. "We don't do tax-exempt discounts on orders under ten grand, honey."
Ellery reached into her coat pocket. She pulled out a cashier's check, officially certified by her bank, and placed it directly on top of the fake license.
The check was made out for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
Wanda's fingers froze on the keyboard. Her eyes locked onto the string of zeros. She slowly looked up, her posture straightening instantly. The annoyance vanished from her face, replaced by laser-focused professionalism.
"How can I help you, ma'am?" Wanda asked, her voice dropping to a serious, respectful tone.
Ellery handed her a ten-page printed spreadsheet. "I am a procurement contractor for a government-subsidized earthquake preparedness initiative. I need this entire list fulfilled, palletized, and shrink-wrapped today."
Wanda scanned the first page. She sucked in a sharp breath. "Fifty tons of long-grain white rice. Twenty tons of high-protein flour. Ten tons of refined soybean oil." She flipped the page. "This is... this is massive."
"Can you fill it or not?" Ellery asked, her voice cold and flat.
Wanda grabbed her walkie-talkie off her belt. "I'll get three heavy-duty forklifts to the back aisles right now."
For the next two hours, Ellery walked alongside Wanda through the cavernous, towering aisles of the warehouse. She watched as the yellow forklifts pulled down massive, shrink-wrapped pallets of fifty-pound bags of rice and flour from the highest steel racks.
They moved to the canned goods section.
"Clear it," Ellery ordered, pointing to the shelves. "Every single can of Spam, red kidney beans, and tomato paste with an expiration date further out than five years. I want all of it."
She spotted a massive overstock display of high-calorie, military-grade survival biscuits. She waved her hand, and the forklift drivers loaded all four pallets.
In the chemical and hygiene aisles, she bought enough toilet paper, medical-grade alcohol, bleach, and feminine hygiene products to fill two semi-trucks.
Wanda was sweating. She was punching numbers into her tablet so fast her fingers were blurring. This single order was going to hit her quarterly quota in one afternoon.
As they stood near the loading bays verifying the final counts, Wanda suddenly shivered. She rubbed her arms. "Jesus, did corporate crank the AC down? It's freezing in here."
Ellery's eyes darted to the massive open bay doors. Outside, the sky had turned a sickly, bruised gray. The wind whipping into the warehouse carried a biting, unnatural chill. The meteorological anomalies were already starting. The temperature was dropping too fast.
Ellery looked at Wanda. In her past life, during the first week of the freeze, Wanda had recognized Ellery shivering outside the store and had secretly handed her a half-empty bottle of water.
Ellery stepped closer to Wanda. She lowered her voice, her eyes locking onto Wanda's with intense, terrifying sincerity.
"Wanda. Listen to me very carefully," Ellery whispered. "Use your employee discount today. Before you clock out, buy the heaviest winter coats you have in stock. Buy sleeping bags. Buy as much high-calorie food as you can fit in your car. Take it home."
Wanda blinked, taken aback. "What? Why? It's just a cold front."
"Do it," Ellery commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. The sheer oppressive weight of Ellery's stare forced Wanda to swallow hard.
Wanda slowly nodded, pulling a pen from her pocket and scribbling a note on her clipboard.
Ellery signed the final manifest. The total came to two hundred and forty-eight thousand dollars.
"I need this delivered to an industrial park in the valley by 8:00 AM tomorrow," Ellery said, writing down a zip code. "If it's late, I cancel the check."
"I'll hire an external flatbed fleet right now," Wanda promised.
Ellery walked out of the warehouse. The wind hit her face like a slap of ice. She pulled her coat tight, pulled out her phone, and started searching for commercial warehouse leases. She had the food. Now she needed a place to hide it.
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9.5
Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell.
The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent.
It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash.
The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again?
"For the honor of the family, you leave today."
Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like.
8.0
Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden.
Instead, it destroyed her life.
Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
Then came the cruelest blow of all.
After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars.
They were wrong.
Five years later, Scarlett returns.
No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble.
She comes back for one reason only: revenge.
Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole.
But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything-
the child she mourned for years may not be dead.
And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.
7.1
I was the top commander of a black-ops military program. After slaughtering my way through a hellish mission, I reached the extraction helicopter, trusting my second-in-command to watch my back.
But the moment our hands locked, he didn't pull me up. Instead, he plunged a syringe of lethal neurotoxin directly into my neck.
He aimed his gun at my chest, coldly stating that I was too dangerous to live. My lungs stopped, and I died in a pool of my own blood. But the endless blackness suddenly shattered. My consciousness violently forced its way into a new, broken shell. I woke up in a freezing alley, soaked in muddy rain.
This body belonged to seventeen-year-old Eliza Wyatt. A massive wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. Her own younger sister had just stood at the top of the stairs with a mocking smile, watching street thugs beat Eliza to death.
"Take good care of the Wyatt family's eldest daughter. Tonight is the night she finally disappears."
The endless humiliation, the cold stares of her family, and the brutal betrayal by her own blood flashed before my eyes. Why was this fragile girl treated like garbage and pushed to her death by the very people who should have protected her?
I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. The top commander was dead, but in this bleeding shell, Eliza Wyatt was very much alive. I picked up a switchblade from the bloody puddle and stood up in the storm. It was time to hunt.
9.7
Elara Voss was rejected by her Alpha on the night of the Blood Moon - cast aside as a nobody with no wolf, no rank, and no future. She ran. But fate had other plans.
In the human world, she collides with Damien Crest - cold, ruthless billionaire by day, the last living Shadowking by night. He offers her a contract marriage. She has nowhere else to go.
But ancient markings are awakening on her skin. A god is whispering her name. And Kael, the fearsome Werewolf High King, has declared across all supernatural realms that she is his fated mate.
Two kings. Two worlds. One woman who was never supposed to matter.
They all rejected her once. Now they'll burn their empires down to claim her.
7.7
I trusted the wrong people in my past life.
My supposed lover and my sweet sister conspired against me, locking me inside a burning warehouse to die.
But the man I had spent my life hating, my ruthless captor Damien Sterling, rushed straight into that inferno and burned alive just to try and save me.
In my past life, I was utterly blind. I believed Julian's forged documents and Scarlett's fake affection. I even tried to assassinate Damien with a silver dagger they provided, breaking the heart of the only man who truly loved me. I died choking on thick ash, realizing too late who the real monsters were.
Why was I so incredibly foolish? Why did I let their vicious manipulation turn me into a weapon against the one person who would sacrifice absolutely everything for me?
Opening my eyes again, the phantom smell of smoke vanished.
I was sitting in the bloody water of Damien's bathtub, right after my staged suicide attempt.
When my sister sneaked into my penthouse suite and handed me the dagger to kill him again, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed her hand tightly and plunged the sharp blade directly into my own shoulder.
"Please don't kill me, Scarlett!"
This time, I will ruthlessly ruin them both, and I will never let Damien go.
7.9
Estrella Ward gave five years of her life to her husband, draining her trust fund to save him from bankruptcy and raising his son as her own.
But one night, she woke up in a freezing hotel room, drugged, with a stranger's bite marks on her skin.
Her husband burst through the door with cameras, his vicious family, and her ten-year-old stepson, publicly framing her as a cheating whore.
The horrifying truth soon surfaced: her husband had drugged her himself, selling her body to his Wall Street boss to secure a senior partnership.
Estrella fought back with hidden security footage, blackmailing him into submission after discovering she was pregnant with his boss's child.
But fate dealt a cruel blow. She was diagnosed with aggressive, terminal breast cancer.
She refused to abort the baby to keep her leverage, but the cancer spread too fast.
She died alone in a cold hospital room, her vengeance unfinished, while her husband and his cruel family celebrated.
They thought they had successfully buried her and her secrets forever, escaping unpunished for destroying her life.
But when she gasped for air and opened her eyes again, she wasn't in a cold grave.
She was in a sterile hospital bed, looking at the perfectly manicured hands of Brooklyn Thompson—the notorious, empty-headed socialite everyone despised.
Estrella's soul had survived the abyss.
"You're going to pay for every drop of blood."
She clenched her new fists, the fire of her vengeance burning brighter than ever.