Jobless Reincarnation Author Novels & Stories

On the other side Somewhere the dark solitude of the dense forest echoed with cries of pain and agony. A dark silhouette looked at the front where some food was being roasted, the sticks dipped not dipped in sauce but red blood. The silhouette moved and rested his back against the stem of a dead tree, "I despise cacophony, Amber! Zittili " (SHut them up) He was the reincarnation of the God of death. His eyes, cold and void of any emotion. Amber gulped the fearful lump in his throat. He knew how destructive his boss' anger could be, even for him. He stammered

He was even more intrigued when he learned that I could ride, something I knew his son and grandson didn't do because of their fear of horses. Of course, I rode like his father, according to him, and I was beginning to think that Sal may have regressed into some psychotic drama in which I was his long-gone father returned. Ah yes, reincarnazione. He did use that word the first time we met. It's time to play up that angle to my advantage.

After the reincarnation, I always felt like I had lost some parts of my memory. However, Kelly's insulting words indirectly brought back my memories. In my past life, after my daughter and I were locked up in the house, I had begged Justin desperately. I reminded him we were his wife and child and asked him how he could bear to treat us in such a way. However, Justin retorted, "My wife and child? It's still yet to be determined if she's my daughter."

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

"Why bring me here? Why not let me rest? I'm supposed to be dead... buried six feet under the cold fucking earth, forgotten in some godforsaken cemetery. That's what was supposed to happen. This? This is not supposed to happen. No, no, no..." Nyx nodded. "Indeed. You were supposed to be dead. Your story should have ended there, buried in the darkness. But fate has its own plans, Carmen. You've been given another chance, though not without its trials and challenges." Carmen let out a bitter laugh, her voice dripping with mockery as she dropped her hands and glared at Nyx. "A second chance?" she spat. "Is that what you call this? Being ripped from my death and thrown into some twisted world wh

Reborn to a rich family and loved dearly, or Reborn as me back into my fifteen-year-old body to rewrite my story. I gave Aragon the middle finger, telling him to fuck off my face with his lies but he misinterpreted it as the first option. I got reborn into you right now. Lacy Jules, all this while we have lived another person's life while the people who had wronged us roam freely. They need to pay for everything they did to me! Please give me the opportunity to rewrite my destiny!

"No, you can't burn it! I'm telling you the truth; the curse has been plotted for too long. "It can't be lifted. If we mess with it, it will backfire on all of us, and we'll all die!" I plastered a smile on my face. "Since it can't be undone, we can find someone else to take the hit. Write down the name of the person who put you up to this."

Then I’ll live the big boss life without needing to care about anything. Come to think about it, what did someone do to be born as a cat? I mean, I do believe in reincarnation, where you will be born as a new species after your death, either as human, animals, or table maybe? “Stop knitting your brow before it becomes one.” I blinked as the voice who cut my daydreams. It’s Rosie’s bartender friend. Shit, what was his name again? Jody? Jonathan? I swear it starts with ‘jo’ something.

“You can try as much as you want...but now you’re just a miserable human...” My hands begin to shake with rage...It’s not possible for me to be beaten by a stupid corpse...I HAVE to go back to Darren...I HAVE to escape because I am the reincarnation of the RED MOON!!! The blankets around me begin to spin fast in the ‘air under Vlad’s stupid eyes. “Interesting...” I see everything black, but I can see the outline of Vlad’s soul. “You can never have control over me...I won’t let you!!!”