Novel & Cerita Not Your Typical Reincarnation Story Other Name

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

“And why’s that?” “Zayden, do you believe in reincarnation?” Jules posed the question thoughtfully. “I’ve heard of it,” he frowned. “What does it have to do with her?” “Everything,” she said almost instantly before she grabbed a stone from the table and flipped it between her fingers. “To be honest, I’ve only read about them in some old witchcraft books and grimoires. Meaning, the chances for someone to reincarnate without the use of any magic or spell is so rare…it almost never happens.”

My parents had always held me responsible for Andrea's death, and Steven's heart had always belonged to her. I was the outsider and the disposable one. Reborn, I made a silent oath: I would live for myself and sever all ties with them.

"Aria Sinclair. I'm here because I read about the foundation. About helping invisible sufferers. And I've suffered invisibly my whole life. Pain no one sees. Memories that aren't mine. Dreams of four men I've never met. Dreams of dying. Of forgetting. Of loving people who don't exist. I need help. I need to understand. I need to know why I feel like I'm remembering a life I never lived." Sinclair. Aurora's last name. Same family. Same bloodline. Same essence wearing different skin. Erebus flickers through possibilities. Through realities. Through impossibilities. "Reincarnation." He whispers. "But too fast. Too soon. Too perfect. This isn't natural reincarnation. This is something else. Some

And somehow, that made me uneasy. Because every step forward felt like I was being pushed closer to something I didn’t want to face. An important guest. Why does it feel as if I can already guess who it was? Fate had always toy with me in this way, pressing its fingers against my back, nudging me toward a path I’d sworn to avoid. I had tried to dodge Adrian Hawthorne before. I didn’t know if fate would allow me to do it again. And for the first time since my rebirth, I had the terrible feeling that no matter how carefully I planned, some encounters were simply waiting for the right moment to return.

I do want to try. I don't remember my name from my past life. In this life, I was reincarnated as the villainess of a game I loved more than anything. She never had any happy endings in the game. Always being abandoned by her family in the end. Her name, no, my name is Aurelia Giliam. I will try to live a life where I am able to find my own happy ending.

My body is as light as a feather as I went on my way and danced in front of everyone and the royal family. The King and the townsfolk applauded after we danced for them. I could also see the prince from afar. However, I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity as well. He has golden hair and deep blue eyes, certainly fitting a royal member and a common protagonist of cliche novels I've read. "Haaa...this is making me crazy. I'm really one of that reincarnated characters into some kind of isekai genre"

I continued sprinting until I saw myself in front of the orphanage. I chuckle with sadness. “I forget I am a freak—a girl with strange abilities. Not ordinary people have these skills. I cried as I recalled everything—all the memories of uncovering that I am different from other orphans. In short, I am above average, but some people don’t understand it and make it appear I am a freak.

And now I am wandering timelines foolishly saving people, cleaning every speck of dirt in this world, meeting new faces, yet our paths haven't crossed with each other. Should I be giving up right now? Om Kreem Kalika-yei Namaha Were you just playing with me, with us? Goddess of destruction and rebirth?

What if he wasn’t like Mercy? One night in a drunken stupor, I took too many pills and didn’t wake up. Little did I know at that time, fairies never fully just die. They come back, they live on. But their forms do change. Due to my efforts I supposed, I was reincarnated, this time as an angel. But it wouldn’t be until my clock ran out that I knew what I was, or understood it. My body was weak, a basic human so I didn’t think I had any special powers.