After Reincarnating I Became A Second Generation Villain Novels & Stories

I gasped in terror. “You’re kidding me, right?!” My cries sounded like a behemoth wanting to destroy the world. I weeped in agony, shrinking myself at the corner of the cave. While weeping for a few minutes, I’m actually a little bit glad that I susseccfully reincarnated and didn’t die a useless death. To be honest, I was scared of wanting to jump to the train track while the train is coming through. The reason as to why I did that was easy. I, want to reincarnate, but can I just disappear like that when I have people who cherished me? Of course not, right?

"I know you're faking your injury to make your real enemies lower their guard. I also know that enemy… is Nick Wheaton, the man who sent me to you." His pupils contracted sharply. "We were never enemies, Will," I continued quietly. "We were destined to be allies." Pain burned in my throat, but I kept my voice steady. "Nick stole my mother's fortune, switched me at birth with the housekeeper's daughter, and sent me here to die in her place. And he's the one who orchestrated the car crash that killed your parents." Silence fell. Then I laid out everything—the fragments I'd pieced together from my past life, the clues I'd tricked out of Carrie in this one.

The Goddess herself told me. I had been reborn, coming out of the darkness. I was made to go through difficult times and emerge into the light. A light in the darkness that never yields, and continues to shine. She granted me strength and power, as well as discernment and persistence. I had been reborn to thrive, and I would make the Goddess proud. I had been given a second chance. I’m not going to apologize to anyone who can’t accept me for who I am.

I voiced lowly and turned to the table where the torture weapons were lined up. ‘He’s got to be electrocuted first,’ I whispered to Thomas who smiled and shook his head in agreement. Such a wry smile. I smirked. I changed my mind afterwards and picked up a small pen knife. “I think this dagger would do,” I whispered as I picked it up. The anger in me grew and I could feel my breath rate increase. Just like someone stabbed me in the back and I needed to take my revenge on them. I walked speedily towards the young man who bled heavily and just before I struck his chest…

A soft, wind like voice, whispered from above. The Moon Goddess! Sharon bowed her head in reverence. "Where am I?" She whispered. "In between worlds on your way to the afterlife child." Sharon's breath caught. "My Goddess you saw what they did to me. I am innocent of all I was accused of." "I know. Your heart is pure. What was done to you was unjust, that is why I am granting your wish and giving you the option of returning." "What?' Sharon exclaimed. "Yes. Rebirth. A second life in a new body. You will carry every memory of your betrayal, so that when the time comes you will make them pay."

As far as he might be concerned, he actually felt like he was that humble urbanite skilled worker past his forties who's caught up with dealing with his little studio. That game changing evening, he just got together with his previous companions for certain beverages. How and for what reason did he awaken in Norton Lorist's body the following day? The humble studio proprietor was stunned and hysterical. Luckily, the body unto which his spirit had resurrected had been seriously harmed and couldn't move in bed for two entire months, giving him sufficient opportunity to reorient himself and acclimatize the recollections of the body's proprietor. What's more, given the first proprietor's contemp

Timothy. He was still getting used to the body that he reincarnated in. A known as a serial killer. A hired assassin centuries ago. He was getting used to the body as it slowly turned into his original face. That’s how reincarnation in their family works. Slowly, the body will adapt to the soul and whatever the Soul looks like, will adapt by the body. The scar on his face was permanent and a lot of women were disgusted by it.

Clarisse said, cutting Zane. "Everyone will die? But what can I possibly do? I'm sure I'm reincarnated here as a 'merchant'. I can't do anything," Zane worryingly said. "Although, I don't want to experience death once again. That's why I'm trying to turn a new leaf here." "The two of us are here. We're your right hands," Lucia said, clearing a little bit of confusion on Zane's head. Zane, out of anger, stomps the ground and is frustrated. He says, "GOD! Stupid idiot life! I'm a son and I'm a millionaire for fucks sake!"

No number of sob stories or backstories was going to change my mind. My goal right now was to get my mother to trust me and believe that I was truly her daughter even though I had reincarnated into another person and then free her from that filthy dungeon. After that, our vengeance would have no limits or mercy. I always wanted to be more meaningful to my pack; I wanted to contribute. But I couldn’t, at least not in the sick body that I was burdened with. But now that I had reincarnated into a strong and healthy body, there was no holding me back.