Rebirth in the Apocalypse: Third Time's a Charm
What do you do when four men come into your life and completely turn it upside down? No, seriously, I have no idea. All I wanted to do was hide away on my ranch with no one to bother me, but apparently, they had different plans. Luckily for them, this was not my first zombie apocalypse. If they learn to listen, we might just get out of this with our lives. If not, maybe I would finally be able to rest in peace. ------ Li Dai Lu was born and raised Canadian in her first life. This meant that she was taught how to share, how to put others first and to keep the peace as much as she could. However, that all backfired in a spectacular way. Reborn in a new time and place, Li Dai Lu did her best to protect all those that she could from the zombies that were wiping out the human race. Unfortunately for her, those she rescued were not as grateful as they should have been. Killed by the very people she saved, she held her breath and waited for the calm, peacefulness of death. But the Fates were not too accommodating and our heroine woke up in her third life, a year before the zombie apocalypse. This time she would live life on her own terms and to those that disagreed... well, she would have a few words for them. With four men at her side, she will shed the cloak of civility and become who she was truly meant to be. This will turn into a reverse harem where she does not have to pick. There is no m/m. Other Novels: Dancing with Monsters: Ongoing Star's Ships: Brand New! Ongoing! Discord: Sakura#6289 Discord Channel: https://discord.gg/CapanRmy Instagram: @devil_besideyou666
Chapter 169
"What are you talking about? Whose story this is!? That is bullshit! This is my life, this is my story and I will live it how I want!" I snapped. I could see my flames exploding out of me in frustration. The colors a complete contrast to the darkness.
"This is not your story," hissed the first voice. "And those are not your men."
I tilted my head back and burst out into laughter. But it was not the lighthearted kind. No, this was the laughter of someone that was pushed too far. The kind of laughter that had you locked up in a nice white room with a jacket that allows you to constantly hug yourself.
"Did you think that you were the only one to come back to the beginning?" asked the third voice. Where once I relished her gentleness, now it only served as nails on a chalkboard.