I Shouldn T Have Reincarnated Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Look, I might resemble or remind you of your wife, but I'm not a ghost. I'm Brene- just a girl." "Ye are far more." He reaches out and clasps my hand, bringing it up to his lips. "Ye are a fierce warrior. Protector of yer loved ones and friends. I see yer spirit, Brene, and it is the same as when we first met and wed. Ye've a power in ye that ye don't yet realize. I see yer mind and yer heart. Ye are the same in this life and time as ye were ages past." "I-I can't be." No matter how much I want to believe him. "There's no such thing as reincarnation. And even if there was, I'm not the same. My experiences and environment have helped shape me into who I am right here, right now."

And if ever, I want to say goodbye for the last time. If I really did die and was reincarnated should I be reborn as a baby right? It doesn't matter if I still had my memories but to be reincarnated in a seventeen-year-old lady, doesn't make any sense. Reincarnation means rebirth. That means I should be in the first cycle of life as a baby. I can't think of any other answer to what happened to me. It is still a mystery why I am in this body. That's why I'm confused. If I did die why am I inside the book? Why do I still remember my memories? Is this reincarnation? Did I really die?

Sophie's Point Of View It was bright outside when I woke up, but it was a little dark inside a sacred room. I was not awakened by myself. Backaches, stomachaches, and migraines all joined forces to torment me relentlessly. All that remained of me was emptiness. My entire world seems to have stopped for a second. It is said that your life flashes before you when you pass away. I was in a bit of a tricky situation. Since my feelings have changed, I reincarnated rather than simply passing away. I feel as if my body has been taken over by a new soul. I came dangerously close to death in the underworld. She knocked on my door repeatedly, but I would not open it. She rang me a thousand times, but

Why would someone who claims to be my past self give me a warning, does she not want me near her former mate? “Listen miss passed self, don’t you think you are being a little bit unreasonable here? You don’t have to be jealous that I am with your mate now. I couldn’t have a new version of him since he didn’t die back then, so, there isn’t a reincarnated version of him for me to be mated to.” I said in one breath, hoping she would understand and take me back to the land of the living. “Oh come on, why would I be jealous of myself?” She responded. “Besides, an immortal god cannot reincarnate once they are gone, so you better perk up your fluffy ears and listen to what I have to say.”

A feeble grin strained his lips and hot, brimming tears pricked at my eyes. “Dad,” I gasped, my grip around his hand tightening almost as if I could force all of my strength into him. “You’re awake. You’re here.” My voice trembled, reflecting an awkward half-relief and the absurd, crushing gravity of everything I’d labored to alter in this reincarnated life. I’d lost him — and Mom — three days after my eighteenth birthday in my previous life. But here he was, alive, breathing, because I’d reincarnated back from death to rewrite my destiny.

Reincarnation. Although it is a familiar word in Novels and various other Media. I did not think that I would actually experience it in my life. I was an ordinary Otaku who you can find everywhere, and with a Plain face either. And because I was Plain-looking, I have never been able to have tasted the forbidden pleasure that you called Sex in my life, and I didn’t have the kind of life whom you can think that is pleasant either. If I can just start all over again…

she said, not as excited as she sounded before. I scoffed. “I can’t really blame you though, you’re a child and you know nothing. The ability to live on earth for centuries isn’t a blessing, but a curse. All your loved ones will eventually die and you won’t forget a single person’s death. And you know what’s worse? You might end up meeting someone you love again because they’ve been reincarnated, but they won’t even have a single memory of you. It’s fucked up, and no, I don’t think it’s amazing,” I stated in a firm voice.

“I deserved this thing that happened to me. I know I do. I just want you to forgive me.” “You surely won’t get my forgiveness—not now, not tomorrow, not next year, not in the next life. If you ever get reincarnated as anything, I pray I get reincarnated as your bane. I will make sure to be the end of you over and over and over again.”

he said. My heart beats fast as I heard his answer. I hold my tears back, trying not to cry. Because I know that those dreams are from the past. "How about you?" he asked me which totalky surprised me. I secretly smiled. It is impossible for me to be reincarnated because I am a Goddess. But for now, I need to invent a story for him. "Yes. Some scenes that happened are somehow familiar to me. Seems like it already happened. It confusing but, yeah that's what I expperienced," I answered.

Ava Being reincarnated wasn’t as much fun as one would think. I might have been given the second chance that so many people dream of, to do things right, or to change something they did wrong, but when you didn’t know what that was, how the hell did you fix it?