Jobless Reincarnation Sara Mga Nobela at Kwento

The goddess of light stroked Nia's cheek. "What do you mean it's just the four of us!?" shouted Nia with a face so angry. "Ahh, yes, as an apology, I will try to find your men. Go now!" The goddess of light returned to her throne. "Watch you!" Nia shouted with her body starting to fade and disappear. ____ Several hundred years later "Welcome blah blah blah.. In essence he reincarnated Nay and Noe into this world. Note: the author is also impatient with the people :" I want to punch them right away but later I can immediately run out of ideas.

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.

“Wow, Lissy, was that your family’s driver who dropped you off again? That was a Rolls-Royce.” I stood in the corner of the classroom, staring at everything in disbelief. Only then did I realize I had been reborn. “No, that was my dad,” Lisa Hale said with a small smile. “Not our driver.” The classroom erupted. “Oh my God, your dad is so good to you. He’s that busy and still drives you to school himself?” Lisa smiled and accepted their envy without correcting a word. But I knew she was lying. Every single word. The pain from my last life was still burned into me. I looked at her, and all I felt was hatred.

Memories from my past and present lives blurred together, leaving me feeling like I was walking on air. After returning home, I hurried through my evening routine and collapsed into bed. The soft blankets wrapped around me as I drifted into a heavy sleep. The door to my room creaked open slightly. Someone entered. It seemed like... I found myself seeing the events that followed my death in my previous life. After my mother and I died, Liam took care of everything. He had us cremated, and our ashes were kept in two small urns that he placed in his home.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

She threw the contents of the bag on the bed and a creepy smile showed on her face. When she breathed her last, she had regretted not giving the money to her brother. At least he would have lived well with no worries. She had kept all this money out where none of her colleagues will think of because she was sure that she was going to get released and when she does, she will live a new life. But then she was killed by jelly that she loved a lot only to reincarnate in the body of Krystal, how can she not be excited when counting so much money?

I turned And my stomach dropped. Sara stood frozen, her eyes wide with terror, her body trembling. “No… no… you’re dead…” she whispered. The creature stood in front of her now. Shifting again. This time.. Into someone else. Someone I didn’t recognize. But she did. “Get away from her!” I shouted. I lunged forward, golden energy exploding from my hands.. And this time.. I hit it. The creature hissed, its form flickering violently as it was thrown back, crashing into the ground.

Squatting down, I held her chin and whispered into her ear, "In my previous life, you two scoundrels leeched off me, and you're doing it again in this life. Shayla, do you really think I'm that fucking stupid?" Shayla's eyes widened, her expression filled with horror. "You… you are…" "Yes, that's right. I was reborn, just like you," I whispered. Shayla shook her head hard. "No, that's impossible. If you were reborn, why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?" Something occurred to her. She grabbed my hand and asked, "No, wait. In the previous life, you bought this lottery ticket and won 50 million dollars. It was the same shop and the same numbers. What happened?"

I said as tears fell freely from my eyes. Then, out of nowhere, it felt like a spark—a pulse of energy jolted through our joined hands. At that moment I knew this was more than an accident. Something supernatural had happened, something no doctor could explain. But who could I talk to? Who would believe me? And most of all—how would I survive a life that wasn’t mine? I stood up slowly and walked out, with a heavy heart but fiercely determined to uncover the truth and protect the life I had unwillingly entered.

I was someone who had found herself where she didn't belong, I’d for a brief period worn a mask, adorned myself in another person's skin and I had lived a life that wasn't for me. I let out a laugh, Luna? I, a sorcerer’s daughter, a hybrid who had been hated from birth, who wasn't wanted. I wished I had never been born, but most of all, I wished I had never been reborn. I turned on my heels and made my way back into the house the same way I’d exited. Helena gave me a sad look as I passed her by but she said nothing. With slow, steady steps I climbed up the stairs and entered the room.