Paul Jobless Reincarnation Novels & Stories

“Stevie is not good. Nor does he inhabit a body at the present. Not because he is of higher rank as the archangels are, but because his vessel, um, expired.” I was puzzled, and I suppose he read my expression. Richard interjected, “Meaning his body died.” “When the body we inhabit dies before its appointed time, we are sort of just left here to linger body-less until our time is up...that is unless we "bodysnatch," but that is a nasty process and most avoid it and just wait until the next vessel is born. The same thing that happened Stevie happened to Paulo.” Paulo. He knew Paulo, too?

Since they were in front of her new job she felt that she shouldn’t be too closed off after all it could be a potential client or coworker. Mia let out one of her most dazzling smile the kind where it touches your eyes. The man looked stunned as she grabbed his hand and shook it. Mia introduced herself and asked how she could help him. The man said his name was Paul. The blood went cold in Mia’s body. She frantically thought surely he doesn’t mean my first love Paul? The one who had abandoned her after getting another woman pregnant without even telling her why. He had crushed her soul. She analyzed his features more closely. He was bald to her shock as the last time she saw him he was growi

Digging deep into his brain he realised that Mr Paul had always been there even before being hired. He was the Bodyguard. That is why he was so reluctant. Maybe this was destiny.Maybe this was his destiny. Finding out his past. He now will know truely who he is.

The malicious and calculating glint in his eyes was painfully obvious. "Hi. I'm here to meet a family member of mine. But I'm not from the city. "It's my first time here. I'm not sure where I'm supposed to go. Could you show me the way?" Victoria immediately saw and understood Paul's intention. Paul used to be in the human trafficking business. He would lure working women into the mountains and sell them to men who could not find a wife. But he was a gambler. Although he was in such a corrupt business, he would often end up hungry with no money.

"You've got to be kidding me. Do you know how long we have been working on this? But it took you less than two days to crack it. What kind of a brain do you have?" "I don't know," I chuckled lightly. "There is only one person who would have been able to pull this up, and that person is Princess Ashina. Unfortunately, the lovely princess is dead but I guess we have her reincarnated here." Damon tapped me lightly on the shoulder. Well, her reincarnation is indeed here, literally. "I hope I will not get into trouble because of this?" I asked him. "What do you mean? Why should you be in trouble for being a brain box?"

Even when I got home, I felt his words clinging to me, like his presence had followed me through the door. That night, I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop, scouring job boards, loan sites, anything that might keep me afloat. But every path led to a dead end. No one gave loans to people drowning in debt. No one offered salaries big enough to cover Paul’s surgery on short notice. Around midnight, Paul came into the kitchen for water. “You’re still up?” he asked. I clicked the laptop shut. “Couldn’t sleep.” His gaze dropped to the unopened stack of bills on the counter. “Ocean…”

Paul said, "You tried so hard - too hard. You may have succeeded in breaking Charlene and me apart, including my family, but you still failed." "I may have lost more than twelve years of my life, but it doesn't matter. Charlene and I, including our daughter, will make the most of the remainder of our lives. We will be happy and grateful to be back together as a family while you - you, Jeremy, will rot in jail!" Paul said. "Your children will despise you for the wrongs you have done, and the best part is you will be alone." "You didn't think Karma would come after you, right?" Paul sneered, adding, "But Karma is unforgiving. So, all the pain you caused me will come back to you. The time has c

He was the same man who analyzed my mother and told us she could not be saved. He shook his head slowly, his voice booming. “She is gone, Calla,” the healer said. “There is no pulse and I can't feel her breath. She is gone forever.” “No!” I shrieked, my voice cracking. “She can't be gone forever!. She has been reborn!. She can't be gone!” “Even the reborn can be broken again,” the man replied. He pointed to the rubble. “Look at what your weakness has done. You were her mother and you let the fire take her. You are a failure, Calla of Nightmoor.”

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.

He was even more intrigued when he learned that I could ride, something I knew his son and grandson didn't do because of their fear of horses. Of course, I rode like his father, according to him, and I was beginning to think that Sal may have regressed into some psychotic drama in which I was his long-gone father returned. Ah yes, reincarnazione. He did use that word the first time we met. It's time to play up that angle to my advantage.