Kobo Kanaeru Past Life Novels & Stories

he closed his eyes again, unwilling to look at the strange people surrounding him. General Li and Yin nodded and let him to rest. Kana closes his eyes tightly and a long flashback happens. The owner of this body Kana dies when he fell from the roof. And then him, the modern Kana lost in time, came here in this body. Kana can't accept this. How is this possible? His soul travel back in time? Sheen, He remembered her name by the memory of the real Kana, sheis his personal servant, She stays with him the whole time.

she said, voice clipped Tokyo steel laced with proverbs, "you move like prey who learned to hunt. Sit. Tea?" Porcelain cup warmed my palms, steam curling like secrets. "Eiko Nakamura. SatoTech legend. What does the spider want with the fly?" Her fox-sharp features creased, not a smile but assessment. "Kenji's methods—family vintage. Orchestrated chaos for the empire. But you? Riddle first." She slid a lacquered box across the low table, engraved kanji pulsing. "Three shadows chase the moon. First devours light. Second mirrors truth. Third? Guards the dawn. Which binds Kenji?"

Koji was captivated seeing that girl who stared at him in wonder. “Onii-chan?” She said. “Aww, what a cute loli.” He said eagerly. That girl was really cute and adorable like a little girl in anime who always ends up into fap material for pedophile weebs. “Onii-chan?” She said. Koji awoke from his delusion. He didn’t realize that he almost unzipped his jeans. What a pathetic weeb. “Oh, yeah. Who are you?” He asked. “My name is Kacino. The incarnation of your power.” She said innocently.

indeed my son," said Khanza quietly. "My son and yours. Our son who lived two hundred years ago. " "HUH?!" “Remember my question the other day? About the two kingdoms? And you explain everything? It's your kingdom, Zo. Kingdom of someone named Kenzo. Kenzo and his wife, Khanza. They have a child. The boy managed to escape the attacks of Dharma and his soldiers, both humans and evil beings. Remember Ven? The ghost that always follows me? She is my younger brother in a past life. And big bro Keanu, he is a direct descendant of the Kenzo and Khanza of the past. " All of these explanations were so sudden, that it made Kenzo go crazy. The guy stared a

"Nii-san! That's Zhou Zan Da-san! Kenkyo's favorite singer. Kyaaaaa! The music producer is there too. Kyaaaa is handsome! His name is Watanabe Takeru! Huaaa... Takeru-kun!" I gasped. What is the keisho 'kun' that she pinned on Watabene, Wabenata? Or who it was. In fact, Takeru's age is not much different from me. Why does Nana call me 'Ji-san' and at Watanabe it's 'Takeru-kun'? I don't accept. "Home! Time's up!" I said pulling Nana's hand. I glanced at the group of people. What's handsome? I'm much prettier than the music producer. He just got married at that age and just had a baby. I mean, he's not that attractive, right?

K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly. "Sarcasm?" He smiled and asked, beguiled. It was so incredibly hard for him to decipher everything about her. She sipped from her cup again and just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you're quoting the brilliant but twisted Nietzsche, whom by the way died of syphilis," he muttered, snickering. "But then just moments ago, you seemed perturbed by the fact that I have been sleeping around and using Clix way too much," he quoted her, and admitting the truth at the same time. There's no point in denying it, anyway. If K really had access to the Clix database, then she already knew that he hasn't hooked-up with anyone since the night they met. If anythin

Lauren "I should soon visit the research center I don't know how long will Kabuto take to resurrect, this day is so peaceful I hope I don't encounter any trouble today" Lauren gets up and gets ready to head out to the research center, he wears his usual black coat and rides towards the Pokemon research center, when he reaches there he his visited by Tad Tad "Lauren you are just in time, the resurrection is about to be complete" Lauren gets excited and runs towards the lab with professor Tad as the beach they see a group of researchers/scientist surrounding the fossil which is glowing Lauren walks to it and stands in front of the fossil waiting for Kabuto to appear and after few minutes his w

She had endured agonizing heartache to sign that forgiveness statement and forge the medical records, all to personally execute the monster who murdered her daughter. She had felt that lethal injection would be too merciful. If Grayson died quietly, she believed that my soul could never find peace. She wasn't going to let him suffer only what I endured—she wanted him to feel a pain a thousand times more intense than mine. She had prepared for this day for a long time. She renovated the house and installed thick soundproofing materials. She gathered the exact tools Grayson had used on me. She went back to her anatomy books, carefully planning how to hurt him again and again without killing hi

Betty said, being very curious. “We have all been sisters in our prior lives, and Blake was always to be our husband. He is the reincarnation of____ AGH____IT HURTS!” Koran suddenly yelled as a shooting pain came to her head. Everyone was concerned over Koran’s sudden attack and forgot to be curious about who Blake was in his past life. Koran lay on one of the beds with a cool towel over her forehead while Blake looked over her condition. He heard her yell out, rushed into the cabin, and was beside her before she passed out. Getting the situation from the women, Blake laid her on the bed to rest and stayed by her side.

She sits for a moment longer in the dark, her hands in her lap, her expression making its way back to the version of itself that faces the world — serene, controlled, with the faint quality of untouchability that the clan elders attribute to excellent breeding and she has never bothered to correct. One sentence surfaces through everything else, settling at the bottom of her like sediment. She has known it since she was old enough to understand it. Has known it the way she knows her own name, her clan sigil, the mana resonance frequencies of her bloodline — not learned, but present. Carved into the deepest part of her, below the journal entries and the categorized fragments and the controlled