REBIRTH AS MAIN LEAD
About me
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Gys I'm again back with new story
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Well I decided to upload 4 story at the sm time
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Cause suddenly I just want to be a author idk whytyy
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This is REBIRTH concept story I hope you'll like this
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I made this story but funny n
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I hope you'll enjoy it
Oh, oh-oh
Oh
Yeah, I'm gon' take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gon' take my horse to the old town road
I'm gon' (Kio, Kio) ride 'til I can't no more
I got the horses in the back
Horse tack is attached
Hat is matte black
Got the boots that's black to match
Riding on a horse, ha
You can whip your Porsche
I been in the valley
You ain't been up off that porch now
Can't nobody tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Can't nobody tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Riding on a tractor
Lean all in my bladder
Cheated on my baby
You can go and ask her
My life is a movie
Bull-riding and boobies
Cowboy hat from Gucci
Wrangler on my booty
Can't nobody tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Can't nobody tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
Hat down, 'cross town, living like a rockstar
Spent a lot of money on my brand-new guitar
Baby's got a habit, diamond rings and Fendi sports bras
Ridin' down Rodeo in my Maserati sports car
Got no stress, I've been through all that
I'm like a Marlboro man, so I kick on back
Wish I could roll on back to that old town road
I wanna ride 'til I can't no more
Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no mor
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See'ya at next chapter
1. End of one life
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I'll start my this story now
Evening, Design StudioThe office was a maze of fabric rolls and mood boards, bathed in the harsh glow of overhead lights. From the corner office, a man's voice thundered, shattering the quiet hum of the evening
Boss: (slamming a sketch on the desk) This is your work, Miss Kaka? Seriously? I can’t believe you made this! What happened to the designer I hired?
Kaka
Kaka: (head bowed, voice barely a whisper) I… I’m sorry, sir. I’ll revise it.
Her thoughts churned. Why is he always like this? I poured hours into that design. It’s not that bad, is it? Her fingers twitched, itching to defend herself, but she swallowed the words. Just keep your job, Kaka. You need this.
Kaka
Her thoughts churned. Why is he always like this? I poured hours into that design. It’s not that bad, is it? Her fingers twitched, itching to defend herself, but she swallowed the words. Just keep your job, Kaka. You need this.
Boss: (scoffing) Revise? You’d better. I expect something usable by tomorrow, or we’re having a different conversation. Get out.
Kaka shuffled out, her shoulders slumped. She sank into her chair at her cluttered desk, surrounded by crumpled sketches and cold coffee cups
Kaka
Kaka: (muttering to herself) Ugh, what a fucking hectic day. (rubs her eyes) What the heck does he think he is? Some fashion god? And what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I design anything good anymore? (slams her fist on the desk) My mind’s a fucking mess. I used to be great. Where’s that spark gone?
She stared at her screen, the rejected design mocking her. I’m better than this. I have to be. Her chest tightened with frustration, a mix of anger and self-doubt. Maybe I’m just burned out. Or maybe… I’m not cut out for this anymore.
Midnight, Outside the Studio
The city was still, the streets glowing under flickering streetlights. Kaka stepped out, her bag slung over her shoulder, her body heavy with exhaustion. She popped in her headphones, letting soft music drown out her thoughts as she walked toward her apartment.
Kaka
Kaka: (to herself, sighing) Maybe tomorrow’ll be better. Maybe I’ll nail that next design. (pauses) Yeah, right. Who am I kidding?
Her steps were slow, her mind replaying the day’s failures. Just get home, Kaka. Sleep it off. Tomorrow’s a new shot.
But fate wasn’t so kind.As she crossed the quiet road, a blinding light flooded her vision. A truck’s horn blared, tires screeching. Her heart stopped.
Kaka
Kaka: (gasping, frozen) What—? No, no, no!
The truck was too fast, too close. Her body wouldn’t move. I’m not ready! I want to live more! I want to prove myself, to shine, to—The impact was deafening, a brutal force that sent her sprawling. Pain seared through her, then faded to an eerie cold. She lay on the asphalt, the world spinning away.
Kaka
Kaka: (thoughts fading, weak) Why… why me? I had so much left… I just wanted… to be enough…
Her vision blurred, the stars above dimming. Her eyes closed, her final breath a whisper against the night.And then, nothing. Kaka was gone.
2 . someone else body
Somewhere in an Ancient, Britisher-Esque World
The world spun, a dizzying whirl of light and shadow. Kaka’s consciousness flickered, like a candle caught in a storm. One moment, she was fading on a cold asphalt road; the next, she was… somewhere else. Time itself seemed to twist, the timeline unbroken yet impossibly shifted, as if her soul had been plucked from her world and hurled into another.
Her eyes snapped open.
She was lying on a plush four-poster bed, draped in silken sheets. The room was grand—ornate wooden panels, gilded candelabras, and heavy velvet curtains that screamed wealth. Her body felt… wrong. Heavy, broad, unfamiliar. She blinked, her heart pounding. Where am I?
Voices erupted around her, frantic and overlapping
Kaka
* looking upward *
.
.
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Maid: (shouting) Master Nico! He’s awake! Oh, praise the heavens, he’s awake
Mother
Mother: (rushing to the bedside, voice trembling) Nico, my darling boy! You’re alive! Oh, thank God
Father
Father: (stern but relieved) Easy, Margaret. Let the boy breathe. Nico, can you hear us
sister
Sister: (clutching a handkerchief, teary-eyed) Nico, you scared us half to death! Don’t you ever do that again
brother
Brother: (hovering near the door, arms crossed) About time you woke up, you lazy oaf. Thought we’d have to bury you
Kaka
* looking at them *
* inner self* why they call me Nico .. I'm kaka, and I die then wait…what's going … Am I alive?? How
Kaka’s head spun. Nico? Who’s Nico? And why are they all staring at me like I’m their long-lost puppy? She tried to sit up, her limbs sluggish, as if they didn’t belong to her. Her hands caught her eye—large, calloused, unmistakably masculine. Wait. These aren’t my hands. Her breath hitched. What the hell is going on
He stumbled out of bed, ignoring the family’s gasps, and staggered to a full-length mirror across the room. The reflection stopped her cold. A young man stared back—tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and tousled dark hair. His emerald-green eyes, framed by thick lashes, were wide with shock. He was handsome, undeniably so, dressed in a tailored vest and breeches that screamed old-money elegance, like something out of a Britisher-era drama. But it wasn’t her
Nico
Nico(Kaka): (screaming, clutching her—his?—face) What the fuck is this?! How am I in this body?! This is a man’s body! (spinning to the family) Who are you people? What’s happening to me
The room fell silent, the family frozen in horror. Her mother’s hand flew to her mouth, her father’s brow furrowed, and her sister let out a strangled sob
Mother
Mother: (whispering, horrified) Nico… what’s wrong with you? You’re speaking nonsense
Father
Father: (stepping forward, voice firm) Son, you’ve been through a terrible ordeal. You collapsed after that blasted workout. The physician said you pushed yourself too far. Lie back down, now
sister
Sister: (sobbing) Oh, Nico, you’re scaring me! You’re not yourself
Nico
*( kaka):-
**Touch the mirror n try to process everything** No no .... Can't... wait
Kaka’s knees buckled. Nico. They keep calling me Nico. Am I… him? Her mind raced, piecing together the impossible. She was no longer Kaka, the struggling designer. She was Nico, a man from a wealthy family—Dutch, maybe, judging by the faint accents and the opulent room that screamed colonial trade wealth. Her soul had somehow landed in his body, in a world that felt like it belonged to a bygone era of horse-drawn carriages and candlelit balls.
She gripped the mirror’s frame, her new face contorted in panic. This can’t be real. I’m a woman! I’m Kaka! How am I supposed to live like this? Her chest heaved, her vision blurring. The family’s worried faces swam before her
Kaka
(Kaka): (muttering, frantic) This is a nightmare. I’m dreaming. I have to be. (louder) Somebody wake me up
Her legs gave out, and she crumpled to the floor, her consciousness slipping again. The family erupted into chaos
Mother
Mother: (screaming) Nico! Oh, no, not again! Fetch the physician
Father
Father: (barking orders) Thomas, help me lift him! Margaret, stop wailing and get the smelling salts
sister
Sister: (kneeling beside him, sobbing) Please, Nico, stay with us! You’re stronger than this
brother
Brother: (grumbling but worried) Bloody hell, he’s more trouble than he’s worth
As darkness claimed her, Kaka’s last thought was a desperate plea. If this is my rebirth… why does it feel like a curse?
The room buzzed with tension, the family’s love and fear for Nico palpable. But the soul within him was Kaka’s, and her journey in this strange, ancient world was only beginning.
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Ahem !! Let's see what happens to kaka.. Opps nico 😀ah no kaka ig .... Fr I'm confused 😕
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See'ya at next chapter
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