Reborn As A Vending Machine Novels & Stories

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. In my previous life, at the company's year-end gala, I'd won a prize ticket worth a hundred million. Overjoyed, I shared the news with Isla. Who could have known that as she was looking at the ticket, she'd slip, fall into the river, and be swept away to her death? Guilt had consumed me. To make up for what happened, I had raised her little daughter with all my heart. To avoid gossip and also to honor Isla's will, I married her husband, Felix.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

"That's right. Back when Whitney needed surgery, you not only gave her all the money you had, but you also donated a considerable amount of blood to her. Honestly, Whitney would probably have to devote her life to you to repay you for what you've given her." I struggled to keep my expression calm, but my heart was bitter. It turned out that in my previous life, Hayden had lied to me when telling me about his college entrance examination results. He lied to me about being a volunteer for an earthquake relief team for three months. He said that his funds could not cover the cost of his meals. I had felt genuinely sorry for how pale he looked, so I went hungry myself just so I could save on liv

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

“I don't know why I'm telling you all this.” He shakes his head lightly. “For someone who miraculously recovered two weeks ago... you just reminded me so much of her and you even have same names and surnames which is such a huge coincidence when I found out” Recovered… so this body's owner was poisoned and she must have been unconscious all this time. Which means while everyone believed Jelena Hayden was dead, I was lying somewhere inside another woman's body trying to survive while my own body... My thoughts stop abruptly. Was buried.

“Wow, Lissy, was that your family’s driver who dropped you off again? That was a Rolls-Royce.” I stood in the corner of the classroom, staring at everything in disbelief. Only then did I realize I had been reborn. “No, that was my dad,” Lisa Hale said with a small smile. “Not our driver.” The classroom erupted. “Oh my God, your dad is so good to you. He’s that busy and still drives you to school himself?” Lisa smiled and accepted their envy without correcting a word. But I knew she was lying. Every single word. The pain from my last life was still burned into me. I looked at her, and all I felt was hatred.

I glanced at the date on my phone, and something in my chest tightened. "You saw the livestream?" She nodded, wiping her eyes. "They're monsters!" I reached out and held her arm. "It's okay. No need to be angry. I'm alive. That's what matters. I'm really fine." I kept talking until she calmed down a little. During that week in the hospital, packages kept arriving: flowers, fruit, even a new phone. The police said they were all sent by viewers. I just smiled and left it at that.

He was lifting his fist for another blow when I grabbed his arm. "Let it go, Nate." With this second chance at life, all I wanted was to properly make up for my poor son. As for Judy, I'd deal with her eventually—but there was no rush. That night, we completed the transfer to another hospital. While packing up in the hospital room, I overheard whispers from behind the curtain next door. My sister tried to lower her voice, but her excitement was impossible to hide. "I've been reborn. My son, Phillip, will become a big boss in the future."

it said, words booming out over the chorus of Authors, over the hum in the floor, over Selene’s gritted‑teeth effort, “YOU DESTROY YOUR OWN CHANCE AT LIFE.” The hospital monitor on the screen stuttered. For a heartbeat, the flat line of no signal replaced the soft hills of my pulse. The image of me in the bed flickered, edges going translucent. I felt a tide pulling at my chest, cold and insistent, as if the misty edges of my rebirth were clawing at me, begging me to step back. Like some part of me was tethered to that hospital bed, and the tether was fraying. “YOU CUT YOURSELF OFF,” it said. “NO SYSTEM = NO RETURN PATH. NO GAME = NO REBIRTH. YOU WILL EVAPORATE. THIS VERSION OF YOU WILL NEVE