I Don't Want This Reincarnation Chapter 1 소설 & 이야기

There are so many 'what if's that my brain is about to explode from all the thinking. "Alison....Alison..." Julia whispers to me. I was back from the forest of reminiscing and got startled when the teacher got close. "Mind sharing what's on your mind, Ms. Alison?" Ms. Lovie asked. 'Oh, that would be wonderful. You see Ms. Lovie the thing is I am reincarnated and was back for revenge. But I'm having problems since you're nagging and I can't think of strategies to get back at the people who killed me.' Of course, that was all in my head. But I ranted as if I was talking to her. I sighed.

After saying that, a hint of displeasure appeared on his face. Otherwise, his heart really can't be okay anymore! If something really happened to my sister, I wouldn not want to live anymore either! Listening to the second brother, Lisa is nose also hurt, she quickly opened her mouth. "Big brother, second brother, third brother... I apologize to you two very much." "I really won not die for love..." She parted her lips, trying to explain to herself. She did it because she just wanted to be reincarnated into the past and return to him, just like last time.

[ORIGINAL LIFE RESTORATION] Alina stopped breathing. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The system continued. [EARTH RETURN ELIGIBILITY] Her heart slammed against her chest. For a second she thought she had read it incorrectly. She stepped closer. Then read it again. And again. The words stayed exactly the same. Earth. Return. The system wasn't talking about money. Or cars. Or upgrades. It was talking about home. Her real home. The world she died in. The world she had spent so long trying not to think about.

Chapter 37: Ghost. Ashley. Agony, Pain I tried to reconcile the happenings in the past few hours. The only thing I knew was having a quarrel with Boris and then trying to shield my daughter from harm, but the scenario was so tempting that I couldn’t even think straight. I flinched at the sight of blood all over the place and the garment which was soaked to the core.

“Have you ever wondered why SEO has operated for over the centuries under the radar? Because they’re the best. And you’re an agent for what? A year? Don’t blame yourself.” “Why did I come back without memory?” “Amelia, you’re not reincarnated. You’re reborn.” “Aren’t they the same?” “Reincarnation is a rebirth of a soul to another body. In your case—” “I’m still me without memory.” “Yes. Since you’re a part angel, the only way for you to live again is to sacrifice a life.” “You sacrificed someone for me to come back?” I was more horrified. “That’s not right.”

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.

The memory burns as fresh as the night it happened. My chest aches, my breath unsteady. I close my eyes against the pain. When I reopen them, I find myself still on the horse, nestled against Martha's chest, with the night wind howling past us. But something inside me has changed. This is my seventh life, and I'm not sure if it'll be my last, or if I'll be given another chance if I fail, but I know I won't let Jane die again, nor will I let Martha fall again.

Arc I – The Possession Begins Chapter 1: Death, Déjà Vu, and a Duke’s Displeasure The first thing Mira noticed was that she wasn’t dead properly. There were no pearly gates, no choir of angels, no looping anime opening for her reincarnation—just the faint smell of lavender, an impossibly soft mattress, and the unmistakable weight of a corset that was squeezing the life out of her after she’d already died. Her eyes snapped open to a canopy of silk and lace.