Reborn In Her Own Skin の小説・ストーリー

"Do you know what the best part is? I didn't even have to do it; you did it to yourself, it was in your cream, you know, the one you raved about to all your friends that made you look ten years younger? Yeah, about that. I've been reading your emails and anything you've sent over the computer or phone for the better part of two years." "So, had you not been so vain, you may have been able to keep your face. Shall I show you what you look like?" Pure madness shone in her eyes as she shook her head from side to side. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little mirror before reaching over to unwrap her face. She looked like something out of a horror movie. Her cheeks were completely gone

Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back."

“How could I? After all, it turned me into the person I am today.” She took a step closer, her presence suffocating and electric all at once. “Unfortunately for you, Magnar, I didn’t die that night. I was reborn as something else entirely. So if there’s anyone who should really be afraid, it’s you. After all, I’ve already defeated death once.” She paused, her eyes locking with mine, daring me to respond. “So, who the hell are you to stand in my way?” Her words were venomous, each one driving a stake deeper into my chest. Reborn? What the hell was she talking about?

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.

Only moonlight remained now, spilling across the stones like silver blood. Aeron’s voice was a low growl. “I’ve heard fragments of that story before. Whispers in temple ruins. Legends in the old books. But why tell it to me now?” The Horax stepped forward. His mask gleamed like bone in the dark. “Because she has returned, Alpha Aeron. Reborn not as a goddess… but as flesh.” Aeron’s breath hitched. “Reincarnated?” “Yes. Not celestial this time. But powerful nonetheless. Her soul lies in a vessel—one that even she may not fully understand yet.”

I steadied myself, pulled on my surgical cap and mask, and walked out, ordering, "Get ready for surgery! I'll be doing this surgery myself!" I decided that in this lifetime, it was their turn to experience the agony of betrayal and the loss of everything they had.

Her hair was shaved off in messy patches, exposing uneven scars scattered across her scalp. There was no trace of her former arrogance or pride on her face. Instead, she looked haggard. Her pleading eyes were full of fear. The moment I appeared, she looked like she'd just seen her savior. She bolted up from her chair, lunged at the glass, and snatched up the black intercom phone. "Victor!" Her voice trembled violently when she spoke, thick with tears. "I'm sorry, Victor! I know that I've messed up!"

Her awakened bloodline would be drained dry, leaving her a mortal for all eternity. The icy fingertip touched the skin of her wrist. Frigid cold crept upward along her veins. Sweat soaked through Eira’s back completely. She stared at the familiar face, at those emotionless eyes. The illusion was masterfully crafted, tailored to her deepest, unhealed subconscious wounds. If this had happened on the first day of her rebirth, she might have broken down in tears or turned to run. But she was no longer trapped in that snowy hell. Eira did not retreat. Her feet rooted into the snow like iron nails.

he says but then I try backing a bit even though I'm scared of falling off “Bitch get back here already, I know you already know what we need you for so get your ass Here already” she says I don't even realize when she changed back and she is stark naked “So you actually planned to use me as a sacrifice, for what exactly?” I ask shouting at them “The pack can't carry children because we need pure blood to cleanse it of the curse, so that's where you come in, I need to carry his babies so YOU ARE MY SACRIFICE “ She says coming closer and I step back unconsciously

" After my rebirth, the first thing I did was install a microscopic, independent cabin camera to preserve evidence. "What? An interior camera?" Brenda's face flushed with pure shock. She whipped her head around, glaring at me with raw hatred. "You set this up! You planted that camera on purpose!" I shrugged. "If you hadn't taken my car to drive drunk, my camera wouldn't have caught anything. You reap what you sow, Brenda." Losing her mind, Brenda lunged forward to strike me. One of the officers caught her arm and yanked her back. "This isn't a place for you to throw a tantrum. If you've got something to say, you can say it in the interrogation room."