Novel & Cerita Laplace Jobless Reincarnation

Noah’s breath caught. “...so this is what you are,” he whispered. Reincarnation. Not death, and not something that truly marks the end. But a return. The particles drifted into the air. Carried by the wind. But he couldn’t stop it. No one could. Noah watched everything. Every second, and every detail. Noah immediately stood up and returned to the darkness, realizing that Lucas had stopped devouring the Black Sheep. Standing among the many corpses with his hands wet with blood. Noah didn’t want to be the one to make things worse, so he went back into hiding.

The realization hit me like a tidal wave—my true identity was Nadia, and the memories that resurfaced were a tapestry woven with love, betrayal, and tragedy. I remembered the joy of carrying Lucian's child, the anticipation of motherhood. The bitter taste of betrayal when Lyra schemed against me, poisoning not only my body but also the trust between friends. The pain of losing everything in the blink of an eye as I succumbed to a poison meant for another. Tears welled up in my eyes, each drop carrying the weight of a lifetime of heartache. Vance, sensing my turmoil, urged the others to give us a moment. He extended a comforting embrace, but as he pulled me close, a reflexive flinch escaped m

His restraint held firm, letting space breathe between us. “I remember waking up on that private jet,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “The first day of this second life. I was terrified. I thought rebirth was my punishment - a chance to relive the pain so I could finally escape it. I planned everything. The contract. The revenge. The quiet exit with my freedom secured.” Another step forward, then. Still holding his gaze without looking away. “But maybe… maybe it wasn’t punishment. Maybe it was a second chance to find something real. Not just survival. Not just revenge. But this.”

His voice dropped to a whisper so thin it barely touched the air. “They lied to you, Silas.” My stomach dropped. “The second chance in life they promised?” he continued. “It’s not a return. You don’t go back to your real world. You become a worker for the system.” “Worker,” I repeated. “You were either going to be processed into a guard like me, barely any free will, brain fog, constant directives or assigned to kitchen duty. The ones who prepare meals.” I blinked. “So basically… reincarnation as a corporate slave.”

The harder Thalyx struggled, the more heartache I felt. One needed to drain blood from the tip of one’s heart and feed it to a merperson for 999 days if one wanted them to fulfil a wish. He cherished Lyra and did not want her to risk his life for him. In my previous life, I endured the pain of draining blood from my heart for 999 days, thinking I could finally get Thalyx to grant my wish. While I begged him to resurrect my biological mother, who had passed away ten years earlier, Lyra caught a cold and made a fuss for warm chocolate chip cookies.

Jay's POV It just had to. It had to work this time. The amount of resources I threw into this job was staggering. I'd tapped every secret pocket, pulled every lever, and drained vaults that were intended to last the pack six years. All for that one purpose. It wasn't simple to hire warriors and trackers that had long forsaken the light and gone on the dark path—and it was certainly not inexpensive. It was like an attempt to fill a basket with water. Endless. Exhausting. Futile.

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

At least for now, and yes, I'm still the same old Rowena. You all know how my life is. Get reborn blah blah blah, different parents, same lover or at least his lookalike, and then death. How thrilling! I don't actually get my memories as soon as I'm born, though. That'll be weird. I get them once I turn ten. I literally wake up a different person. For the first few times, I was extremely sad, but I'm used to it now and try not to get too attached to the people around me.

I flinched at the sight of two other werewolves who walked out of the audience and stretched forth their hands. “After you—Luna” Thomas voiced, soothingly as I walked slowly and laid down on the rock. My eyes striking the designs of the ceiling and the chandelier which was hung up above. My heart raced as I saw Thom and Marcus bring out the hay and burnt them. All these happened while Jasper continue with his incantation. The smoke from the hay they burnt would go directly to the ceiling in a straight line and the spirit of the Luna would appear, but if it scatters along the line, and nothing appears or maybe an unknown face shows up from the smoke, then I’ll be screwed.

The old dragon answered, "If I can remember it correctly, it was named Kezzel." Zelia smile sweetly at him, "Then, may I introduce myself again. My name is Zelia Kezzel Lapas. My original birthplace is in heaven, in 13(thousand) years I descend the heaven and decided to live protecting the Dragon and want to meet various of people. Then there is a human whom who needs my help since he want to see his lover in the human world once again since that woman forgotten all about him, and since he also decided for his self that he will stay in this world to continue to protect and guide his family. So for one last time, he wanted to see her and wanted to be rest assured that she's doing fine in the