Jobless Reincarnation Ghislaine Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Emperor tsked, "Stop laughing! You shouldn't supposed to laugh over this, you got me worried!" "Aww... the mighty Emperor is worried about me, should I blush?"Zelia was laughing. The Emperor sigh, "So, what did you say about you got used about the poison? Explain." Zelia stopped from laughing. 'Damn... This mouth who can't keep secrets... though it's not really a secret since I already died once and got reincarnated... But what i am saying about I'm already used to the poison is true.' She look away, "Ah... nothing... just forget what I said."

She pulled out her phone and saw an unknown number on the screen, but she decided to answer it because she was looking for any news about the girl she hated. "Who is calling me at a time like this when my life is falling apart and my enemies are winning every battle while I sit in a carriage like a loser? Meanwhile, Beatrice received a call from Frank and he said Giselle is alive and she is now with Alpha Nathan and he could make her his new Luna very soon," Beatrice said. She froze in her seat as she listened to the voice of the man she had hired to kill the girl many weeks ago.

“Seven years ago? Who are you referring to? Cassie?" "Yes, Cassandra Vance," Julian said, mentioning the name that made Jennifer's—or Cassandra's—heart pound hard, almost stabbing her ribs. “You are certainly not Cassandra physically, but the aura, the look in your eyes, even the way you get angry… you are her reincarnation. It's not just a marketing gimmick, Jennifer. It's a tormenting fact.” Julian approached slowly, his eyes looking at Jennifer with a melting intensity. “I loved her. I loved her so much. And someone slandered her, and then she died."

"I think a woman who embezzled two million dollars from my company and then tried to frame me for insider trading might hold a grudge." "Understood, sir. I'll make the calls." After David hung up, I stood at the window and tried to process this news. Giselle Laurent was free. The woman who had tried to destroy my life was back on the streets. I thought back to how it happened. Charles Laurent and I were business partners when he introduced his granddaughter to me. Giselle was an orphan when her grandfather took her in and he loves and cherishes her more than life itself. Her parents died in a plane crash. She was a beautiful and ambitious french model. And I thought things could work out bet

"All efforts to investigate led to nothing. Eventually, the case was closed, leaving behind only unanswered questions." Lisa absorbed the information, her mind racing. She bowed respectfully before excusing herself, her next destination set. ***8 Lisa arrived at the secluded home of Nyssa, the scent of burning herbs lingered in the air as Nyssa welcomed her inside, with a knowing gaze piercing through Lisa’s guarded expression. "You seek the truth, child." Nyssa’s voice was calm yet powerful. Lisa nodded. "Tell me about the last healer. What really happened after her death?" Nyssa exhaled slowly before speaking. "She did not rest, even in death. Her spirit was filled with unfinished business

Taking another step, Justina leaned in, whispering, "I have read of this somewhere, perhaps Egypt or Cameroon,when people suddenly change. You don't longer dye your hair or wear heavy makeup and clothes. I know what happened to you." Elsie froze, feeling her heart beating rapidly. Could Justina know about her rebirth? Was that even possible? It could be since Jasmine had known too. But was it really happening? Elsie's eyes widened with realization. "You noticed?" With a serious expression, she inquired, "You had a near-death experience, didn't you?" Elsie sighed in relief. 'Near-death experience?. I did die!' Elsie thought. But she could not tell Justina this, so she smiled, pretending to re

Only then did we find a sticky note tucked under his bed. On it was written: "On the day of the annual gala, from 9:00 to 9:05 p.m., I will die." Elan’s face drained of color inch by inch. "So I knew I’d be in danger… then why don’t I remember any of it?" I grabbed both his hands. "Why don’t we see a psychologist? Maybe hypnosis could help you remember." However, Elan seemed uneasy. "Don’t you think you’re a little strange, too? An ordinary person would’ve broken down long ago after being killed so many times. But you… You're frighteningly strong. And you’ve calmly accepted rebirth."

Claire suddenly turned to Gami who was busy snapping his fingers. "Yes, she was blinded in a car accident while keep searching on you. Didn't you commit suicide? No one knew that you committed suicide. When your body was found, they just decided to cremated it. That's enough. But don't worry. Your ashes have come back to life. Look at you now." Claire's brain seemed to want to explode. How many other people did she despise? Why even though she is no longer in the world, the curse of her existence continues on people related to her? And now that her earthly body is back, she's worried that someone might get hurt again.

Status: TRIGGERED. My blood ran cold. The failsafe had activated on its own. Which meant Sheila hadn’t deactivated it. Which meant she was gone. I stared at the screen as the first wave of uploads began populating the outbound queue. Her confession video appeared in the folder,timestamped, clear, final. I clicked it without thinking. Her face filled the monitor. Bruised. Determined. Calm. “If you’re seeing this,” she began, “it means I’ve failed,or disappeared. My name is Sheila Drake. I was murdered by my husband, Adrian Drake, and reborn into a new body to make him answer for what he’s done…”

"Time of death, 3:47 AM, 2012." The announcement made it all real and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I stumbled back, my hands shaking as I tried to process what I'd just seen. Sylvia Reynolds was truly dead. I'd just witnessed it. But ...who was posing as her back in Rosario? The sharp memory of the renewed mate bond twisted my heart and my fingers tightened next to me. Jessica. Jessica. But how...why? It made no fucking sense. Why would she fake her own death and pose as a dead model, only to return to Rosario eight years later?