Reborn As A Vending Machine Novels & Stories

Julian shoved her away, his eyes still locked on me. A look of desperation filled his eyes. "Elara..." his voice became low, pleading. "I really know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance? This life, I swear I'll do right by you. I won't make the same mistakes again." My heart skipped a beat. This life? Did he just say "this life"? Was Julian... also reborn? Did he remember everything from our past life? As I stood there, stunned, the family's security team arrived. They quickly subdued Julian and his men.

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo

Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out. “I’m sorry but after I was poisoned not too long ago, I don’t remember much.” I said. It was true though. After the poisoning, the real Sayori died and I was reborn as her. Yukio stood up from the bed and spoke to his servant. After a while, he came back to talk to me.

I asked. “Well, I don’t reincarnate, but I do have some sort of a reboot system. I still age, and when I get too old, I transform to a baby. To answer your second question, most possessed are teenagers. Maybe because they have vulnerable hearts, so think of it as a steak out.” "Last question. Why did you tres- uhh.. come here?" "Well, I wanted to check on the sins and I needed a place to dry off." "Sins?"

"I’ve watched you die twenty-two times. And every time... I was the one holding the gun." A low hum vibrates through the room as the elevator dings. The display doesn't show a floor number. It shows a single word: REBOOT. Author’s Note: The heartbreak is real! Lorenzo realizes he’s trapped in a cycle where the woman he loves is his literal executioner. Can they break the loop before the "Reboot" takes their memories again? Give me a "🔥" in the comments if you think they should run!

The air in the Teufelsberg core was thick with the smell of ozone and the rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat of the Seed-Server. 28:14... 28:13... The countdown glowed in a harsh, neon red across Marcus Vane’s face. "The server requires a biological handshake," Vane said, his voice echoing in the metallic chamber. He gestured to a small, obsidian plate embedded in the console—the "Altar of the Machine." "The Ouroboros code was written to recognize the Van Dyne genetic markers. Without it, the reboot is just a shell. With it, the world belongs to the Foundation again."

The system responded instantly a soft hum, a pulse of light. A voice, faint and synthetic, echoed through hidden speakers: “Welcome, Elena Vaughn.” I stumbled back. “No… no, that’s impossible.” The voice continued, calm and eerie: >“Authorization confirmed. Sequence incomplete. Awaiting command.” Tears blurred my vision. “What are you?” But part of me already knew. Project Rebirth. Not a machine. A resurrection. A system designed to preserve and restore human consciousness. And somehow, it recognized me. My knees nearly gave out. My death my second chance it wasn’t divine fate. It wasn’t luck.

"If everyone leaves... you'll be the only one left! You’ll be alone in the 'Void'!" "I’m already alone, Silas," I said, my voice fading into a whisper. But then, a shadow appeared in the "Void" of my mind. It wasn't a "User." It wasn't a "Consumer." It was a **Bug**. The "Project Re-Birth" file—the one I had hacked—began to "Execute" on its own. "**SUBJECT 01: RE-BIRTH INITIATED. SOURCE: UNKNOWN.**" I felt a sudden, violent pull. My soul was being "Downloaded" out of the tree and into something... small. Something cramped. Something that felt like **Bone and Breath**.

Sawyer asks. “There is no way it was a machine, but what animal doesnt use it’s teeth? She has no family, was the Ice Plants Lot Lizard, but they didnt care. In fact they moved a new girl in within a week. All the guys at the plant had been with her. And not a single one cared. She was a human, she deserves to be respected. And since no one did in life, I will in death, by finding what did this to her.” “I can respect the mission,” Sawyer tells him as he answers his phone. “Sawyer……Got it. Looks like you get to see my crime scene.”

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.