Reborn As A Vending Machine Novels & Stories

I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. Her lips curved. “You already know.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re not real.” She stepped closer, bare feet silent against the cold marble. “You think Rebirth was just a project name?” she asked softly. “It was a prototype. You were the first.” My heart stopped. “What are you talking about?” She tilted her head, studying me like a scientist would a lab rat. “You think you got away from the Marvells because they pitied you? You think you escaped because you were lucky?”

Amelia asked. Jasper nodded. "Do you mind that?" Caleb was Christopher's good friend, after all. He had heard about Alechemax's lightweight shape memory alloy, which could self-repair under laser technique. "Why would I mind?" Amelia said. "Great minds have big goals and don't sweat the small stuff." She would put aside all personal grudges. They arrived at Alechemax's office building in the afternoon. Coincidentally, it was also Mother's Day. Evelyn borrowed her teacher's phone to call Amelia to wish her a happy Mother's Day.

It was a wave of pure, undiluted life. It washed over the central machine. The frantic humming stopped. The blinking lights went out. For a second, there was silence. Then, a new, gentle, golden light began to emanate from the machine itself. The grey metal seemed to soften, its sharp edges curling into organic, flowing shapes. Wires thickened into roots. Panels smoothed into bark. The machine was being transformed, turned into a tree of light in the center of the room. The wave of light washed over the pods. The grey, sterile casings became transparent, then dissolved entirely, leaving the sleeping Reapers resting on soft beds of moss that had grown from the floor. The invasive needles and

So, yeah, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed at the moment. "That's understandable." "It sounds like a ridiculous, supernatural soap opera. Am I losing it?" Cooper really needed to know. "This is crazy, right? I've slipped into madness or some drug-induced hallucination?" "No Cooper. You are not going crazy. I know, this whole thing is weird. I'm sure the rebirth ceremony was terrifying." "The what?" "The rebirth ceremony. The mirror, the grave, the water. All part of your coming of age as your true self, as the chosen one."

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.

"Reset! Error! Full stop!" The world began to shake. The mountains of shredded paper flew into the air like a storm. Silas Thorne tried to run, but the black ink from the floor grabbed his legs, pulling him down into the paper sea. He was being deleted because he wasn't part of the "new" scene. "Bryan!" I shouted. The scrap metal on the floor started to move. The blue microchip I had used before flared with light. The Bryan-machine stood up, his body reassembling itself. He wasn't perfect, but he was standing.

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

Roxanne's POV Before I was reborn, I already knew that my time was limited. Once I resolved Stefano's regrets, I would return to my own world. The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself still at the bottom of the sea. All I could see was pitch-black darkness as seawater flooded my nose. People all around were shouting my name, and the onlookers on the shore weren't indifferent either. They were all reaching out and straining in my direction.

I also knew that their genitals would be stuck together due to a sex toy they used. In my past life, I was notified while Emma operated on them—the scene overwhelmed me so much that I passed out on the spot. I had just regained consciousness when Logan—who had a successful surgery—claimed that I had contributed little to our marriage and threatened that I would get nothing if I divorced him. In this life, I was determined to let Logan experience what it was like to be threatened with an assetless divorce. Just as I had expected, the ambulance siren blared, and Logan and Yvonne were rushed into our hospital's ER, their screams of panic and fear breaking the silence of the late-night ER.