Novel & Cerita Jobless Reincarnation Ghislaine Death

The report said she was suspected of murdering a local loan shark before dying in the crash. Irene stared at the screen, her mouth slightly open. “I’m dead,” she whispered. Stefan smirked beside her. “No. Irene is dead. You’re Giselle now.” She turned to look at him, hollow. “And what’s the end of this story supposed to look like?” Stefan leaned closer. “A happy ending, of course.” Irene didn’t answer.

Or she dies. No name. No location. Just coordinates — and a picture. Her face hadn’t aged a day. Vivienne. The woman he'd lost during the earliest days of the project. A rogue biochemist. She was supposed to be dead. He’d watched her die. Or thought he had. Now Rhodes was using her. He stepped deeper into the forest, phone crushed in his gloved hand, and felt something he hadn't in years: Guilt. The hallway smelled of bleach and blood.

"Don't forget who's standing behind Trista Holmes—Elias Manwaring." He let out a cold, mocking laugh. "When it comes to strategy, all of your brains combined aren't enough to play in Cassian's league. When it comes to dirty work, have you forgotten Alistair's background? And if you want to talk law? With Elias involved, you'll never win a day in court." The hall fell into a graveyard silence. Priscilla made the final call. "The official statement is that Vincent died of a sudden cardiac event triggered by a bloodline defect. Cremation and burial follow tomorrow. As of right now, no one mentions this again."

She had actually been looking forward to going home to Killian, but she had to stay back. “Can I drop out of this competition?” Ruelle turned to Mrs. Indrik who instantly shook her head. To Ruelle, this competition wasn't important anymore. If this was her last life it would have meant the world to her, but not anymore. She only joined in to take back something that was taken from her. Yes, that's right. She had died previously and came back to life. This was her rebirth story. In her previous life, she never found out about Eileen and Gabriel’s affair until she laid on her deathbed.

She asked again. Mason scrunched his nose and then scratched the tip before he said, “You talked about reincarnation like…” “What could I possibly know? It’s just a… a thesis!” “You’re a very confused human.” She grabbed her glass of juice, sipped it, and then breathed out, “It is just a thesis, Mason.” I refuse to believe. You said you have come to realize that reincarnation is real. Which means that you know someone or witnessed someone coming back to life.”

The term perverted fiancé, used to describe Mark, turned out to be quite apt. “So… well, if you don't come with me, I can only make an appointment with someone else.” Mina sighed regretfully. "Dating?" Lisa was surprised, surprised to ask her. "Yeah, I met a really nice guy recently. He pursued me for a month and treated me very well, but I didn't feel embarrassed when I agreed to go on a date with him." Mina smiled shyly. Hearing Mina's words, Lisa's expression became complicated. In her previous life, Mina was killed by the boyfriend he worked for in college... The very good boy she talked about until now was the one who hurt her so badly that irresponsibly killed her tragically. on the op

Little things came back to her, but she kept them to herself; she was grieving and had no one to tell. ‘When the hybrid took Lilly, I tried to shield Bastian from the pain. I felt it all, everything his mate and mine were going through. I even protected the wolf from hearing his mates cry as she slowly died. I did everything I could to keep Vasara alive. The only thing I couldn’t do was tell Bastian where to find Lilly. If I could, I would. ‘All Shayla and I want is to be free; we don’t want to keep being reincarnated, Lorcan. We want to die as we should have all those years ago. We’ll be together in the kingdom of Selene where we belong.’

“This is Gwen Gonzalez.” “Ms. Gonzalez, thank you for your time.” The voice was professional, devoid of warmth. “I’m investigating a cold case. The death of Salvatore Bianchi.” The name was a punch to the gut, a ghost I had legally laid to rest decades ago. “That case was closed,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “It was,” the detective agreed. “But new evidence has come to light. A testimony, given on a deathbed, that contradicts the original findings.”

And after my death, you had me—the dignified daughter of the Chapman family—wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave. I cocked my eyebrow at him. "I heard you did the same to Camilla after her death. You really have a thing for throwing dead bodies into mass graves, don't you? It's something you haven't changed even after two lifetimes!" "Gigi, you… you've been reborn, too?" he asked shakily. "I should've seen you for what you were in my past life, Maurice—a worthless piece of trash," I snarled. Maurice's strength left him when he learned I'd also been reborn. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor.

But Gavin still checked before declaring him as dead. "He is dead," he said blankly to Larisa as he checked his pulse. There was no pulse anymore, that concludes that Gabriel Valestine died in Larisa's hands. A tear fell from Larisa's eyes as she watched his own blood spread on the ground. She did it, she made him pay all his debts to her and to the people he killed. "Get his body," Gavin commanded the men. "What should we do to his body?" One of their men asked. David is not here to lead them to obey Gavin's order.