Romans & histoires Read Reincarnated As A Slime

A face that should only belong to a celestial being. The face was refined and gently sculpted, narrow forehead, high rounded eyebrows with forest green eyes. Long pointed nose and narrow jaws with a small tapering chin. With small pale pink lips. I raised my heavy hands to touch the face. I was in Angela's body. I reincarnated in the body of another woman. How did this even happen? "Angela, what are you doing?” Amber shook me. "Admiring her hideous and wretched face” Piper sneered, her face twisted in an ugly frown

"So the slaves are having a revolt, tell me this isn't a civil war!" The men glanced at each other. "Well?" Phuture asked. "You fighting for slavery or not?!" The man answered. "This is The Civil War." Phuture rolled her eyes, she said. "Damn it... this is some bullshit!" My family... gone... and I'm stuck in some civil war alone with none of my family members. Reincarnated as a slave. What the hell is my purpose here? "How did you kill Celie?" Phuture asked. "What did you do to her?"

The second I walked in, I knew her. Martha. Same healer from before. The one James bribed in my last life. Swapped my newborn for Emily's and swore up and down that mutt was mine. "Luna, don't worry," she said, all sugar, stepping in close. "I'll take good care of you and your pup."

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.

Timothy. He was still getting used to the body that he reincarnated in. A known as a serial killer. A hired assassin centuries ago. He was getting used to the body as it slowly turned into his original face. That’s how reincarnation in their family works. Slowly, the body will adapt to the soul and whatever the Soul looks like, will adapt by the body. The scar on his face was permanent and a lot of women were disgusted by it.

“Have you ever wondered why SEO has operated for over the centuries under the radar? Because they’re the best. And you’re an agent for what? A year? Don’t blame yourself.” “Why did I come back without memory?” “Amelia, you’re not reincarnated. You’re reborn.” “Aren’t they the same?” “Reincarnation is a rebirth of a soul to another body. In your case—” “I’m still me without memory.” “Yes. Since you’re a part angel, the only way for you to live again is to sacrifice a life.” “You sacrificed someone for me to come back?” I was more horrified. “That’s not right.”

His arms trembled as he pulled Desdemona closer, still shielding her body with his own, even though she barely stirred. “I’m not leaving without you,” Mason sobbed. --- Never in his life had Mason felt this useless. After learning he was Seleria’s reincarnation, he thought maybe—maybe—he would have the strength to help Ste-phen . But Desdemona had made it clear—he was still human. He simply carried Seleria’s memories, not her strength. That’s just how reincarnation works. In his past life as Seleria, she had been bullied, called weak among the Lycans—until she met Ste-phen .

Another slid up her thigh, pushing the heavy wool of her habit higher until it bunched around her hips, fully exposing her simple white cotton panties. “Please… this is wrong,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I am sworn to God. I cannot…” The words died in her throat as the largest tentacle, thick as her wrist, covered in soft, pulsing ridges, pressed firmly against the soaked crotch of her panties. The tip flared and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles, smearing thick, pearlescent slime through the thin fabric. The moment the slime touched her skin, fire ignited in her veins.

All the times Sophie and Fiona warned me ran through my mind as I frantically tried to wipe the slime off my hand. I didn’t know how to fight or get rid of it. As much as it looked like I had a body, it was only my minds eye. This was my soul and it was trying to consume me. Stumbling back, I felt as though gravity shifted, and tried to pull me back to the sphere. My fear started to rise until I felt a pain across my back. Looking around, I worried that somehow it managed to get around me. It happened again and I went down on one knee. The pool of slime started to move, to try and join with my now completely black hand. “Get! Up!”

My body trembled badly when I opened my eyes again. I realized I was still in one piece, limbs intact and all. I was also not feeling any pain of my bones being crushed. I realized that I had reincarnated. At that moment, my colleague, Cecilia Hunt, came to me. "Jessica, let's go get a drink together! Gosh, it's so hot today!" Cecilia was five months pregnant and was particularly afraid of heat. She had to buy a cold drink almost every day.