Novel & Cerita Jobless Reincarnation Ghislaine Death

Lilian's voice became lighter. Although Lilian is sort of the acting head of the estate agency, she is still under probation. In my past life, she lost her job and lost everything because of her assistant, a woman named Grace. Grace was jealous of Lilian so she wanted to destroy everything Lilian held dear. The first thing Grace did was to seduce Lilian's boyfriend while acting like a good friend to Lilian. Afterwards, Grace and Lilian's boyfriend used Lilian's name to embezzle a huge amount of money into another account. Lilian was framed and she went to prison, after she came out, she had to work her entire life to pay off the debt that wasn't hers. Lilian eventually found out who caused i

Angela added. “But... those memories caused something to happen, though,” Angela continued as her smile vanished. “What’s that?” Gabriella asked. “The last heralds. The ones who gave up their immortality and got reincarnated as us, we saw them—we saw their memories and everything they ever experienced before they died, and we felt their power surge through our bodies like lightning,” Angela said.

“That's the only f**king explanation. Even the silly ring you collected proves something. You said it's originally meant to be yours. That ring was meant for Reina. And after meditating for long f**king hours, reincarnation is the only f**king explanation whenever I picture you, again and again.” “So, you're saying I'm your dead sister whom you murdered?” I tried hard to keep my emotions in check, as tears threatened to emerge. “Step-sister,” Gina corrected quickly. “Yeah. You're not even related in any way, thank you for reminding me.” “And yes, you might be her… if reincarnation is really, truly possible. Do you know why I never saw you as Reina? Because we stole her body after the autopsy

“This motherfucker right here doesn’t deserve you and Nico. He’s a murderer, and I can prove it. He knows it, and that’s why he’s standing there looking at me with a murderous face because he knows I know.” “No,” I scoffed. “He’s not a murderer, and how dare you accuse him? You know what? Leave our house right now, Lucius. I’ve changed my mind and won’t allow you to see Nico anymore.” “Ask him what happened to Killian Reeves and Giovanni. They were both politicians running for the mayoral office. They both died before the elections. Someone found Giovanni’s car burned down in his private driveway, and no one knows what happened to him. Killian also died mysteriously in a car accident.”

After completing the deal, she exchanged contact details with the old man and promised to come back when she has more stock. What she didn’t realize was the fact that the old man looked sullen when she left. The old man was reminded of that poor girl called M who died in prison a year ago. Despite her dangerous job, she was really a nice child that just needed some attention and love. The mannerism of the young girl reminded him a lot of her; they behaved in a same way that he almost got fooled. There wasn’t such nonsense as reincarnation or rebirth in this world. As a scientist and doctor, he believed in facts and not myths. He shook his head and returned his attention to the herbs he had j

side character who's going to die on her 18th birthday. That death was significant because it was what got the story going. Was I really reincarnated to die again? I chuckled dryly at the thought of it.

"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

Tears and snot streamed down her face as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor, her forehead quickly turned bruised and swollen. "I'm begging you. I'll find a way to pay you back. I swear I will. Just let Dwight go!" The two officers frowned but remained silent, their eyes fixed on me. I looked down at the woman whom I had once cherished, trusted, and who had ultimately tried to take my life. I watched her, without a second thought, discard every shred of dignity for her brother. In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine?

I was experiencing a splitting headache. I opened my eyes and looked around at my familiar home. It wasn't the street where I'd been beaten and cursed at, nor the damp, filthy prison I'd been scorned in. It was my home! "Simone, you're such a good person. If it weren't for you, I would've been beaten to death by Luke." That familiar fake voice rang out. I turned around to look, and there was Tricia Tate, standing in front of me with tears in her eyes. It was only then that I realized I had been reborn.

Every headline was a fresh bruise: The Incestuous Titan, The Silent Mother, The Girl in the Glass Cage. I spent those months in a small, weathered cottage on the edge of a different coast—one where the sand was grey and the air tasted of salt and honest decay. Toby was there, always a few feet away, a steady presence that didn’t demand I be “Lisa” again. He understood that Lisa had died in the mountains, and whatever had crawled out of that plum silk dress at the gala was something new, something fragile and sharp. Today was the final day. The sentencing.