Reborn In Her Own Skin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My throat tightened as I shook my head. “You’re lying.” I said. “I’m not.” She stepped closer, her hand reaching out like she wanted to touch me but feared I would pull away. “When my spirit was taken out of my new body, I felt it, I knew you had been reborn as well. I too was given another chance. I was reborn into this body. I became Heaven.” Her words tumbled through me like waves crashing against rocks. Reborn. My mother—reborn? My chest heaved. “No… my mother is dead. I buried her in my heart. You can’t…” My voice broke.

A sharp pain surged through me as I held my head. Sweat clung to my skin. _Wait... skin?_ I blinked again. I wasn't cold. I wasn't bleeding. I was... alive. My hands flew to my chest. _No wound_ My heart thundered in my ears. Then everything came back—my mother, my sister, Vera, Kael... my mate. Their laughter. Betrayal. The pain. The darkness. The death. And yet... Here I was. The moon goddess had granted me a rebirth, and I was sure not going to waste this chance.

My heart leaped for joy at the realization, and I couldn't help but scream excitedly. There was a reason she brought me back, and that reason is nothing but REVENGE. In my past life, I have made countless mistakes. I was too naive and oblivious about what life truly was. Now that I know everything, I won't make those mistakes twice. I will make sure Alexis and Damon paid for the pain they caused me. They caused my death and now that I have been reborn, I'll make them pay ten folds. This is no longer the shy and naive Crimson, this is the new one, and I'm coming with full force. I got dressed and packed my hair into a ponytail before picking up my purse and phone. The door flung open and Alex

I had a nagging feeling that this scene was familiar, that I had been here before, but I couldn't quite place it – I was confused, totally confused. Just as I was about to speak, a sharp pain exploded in my head, and suddenly everything came flooding back. I had been reborn, and this exact scene had happened before in my previous life. I let out a gasp and held my head, trying to process the overwhelming information that was now a part of my consciousness.

Wait, what is it that you are looking at? "....and who is Ash?" A small, dry voice could be heard. Even though it was dry, the voice sound was surprisingly deep. It was strange, but she tried to rationalize it by saying that he had only recently woken up. It was all in her head, including the fact that her hands appeared strange and that her arms and legs appeared significantly skinnier than they had previously. The reason for this is that she has never really paid attention in the past, and only recently has she realized that this is the reason why it appears strange. –

I still don’t trust myself to reach out to her, however, so I do nothing until she gives up and starts gently rinsing what mud she can from my skin and clothes. As awkward as the situation is, it also gives me time to think. One thing is clear—I have returned to the past. If Scintilla is still a newborn, and if I just had to crawl out of a coffin, then it must be the night of my rebirth into unlife.

Even if she was finally kicked out of the Sanchez family and had nothing in her career and family, they still refused to let her go. In the end, they slaughtered and killed her. This hatred never ends. Fortunately, God took pity on her and let her be reborn, and it happened to be the night when she was framed to have an accident. Unlike before the rebirth, she didn't lose herself at the beginning. Now that the decline has been reversed, she must live a wonderful life when she is reborn. And those who harmed her, she would not let any of them go. The familiar but long-lost phone rang, Ashley was startled for a while, and then she took out the phone from her bag.

The courage and stubbornness of her reign of terror had faded away, and there was a little more immaturity and ignorance of a young lady of a wealthy family. She was reincarnated in a body that resembled her own, but what kind of coincidence and fate could have caused that? Sienna lowered her eyes and turned around in front of the mirror. The skin on her back was fair, and there were no unsightly scars that protruded deep enough to reveal her bones. It was not bad. The corners of Sienna’s mouth twitched as she smiled in a self-deprecating manner. … At night, the early summer breeze blew gently.

"Isla isn't breathing anymore! It's your fault that our daughter has lost her mother at such a young age!" Felix Zane's roar ripped through the winter air as he knelt by my best friend, Isla Kingsley's drenched, ice-cold body lying motionless on the riverbank. The onlookers watched his grief-stricken display with pity in their eyes. If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. …

We both died in the crash. I never imagined that death would bring me back. And watching her now—clutching her own child, smug and gloating—I understood instantly. She had been reborn too. Even with my husband shouting at her, she showed not a hint of fear. She had always been adored by our parents, and with her husband spoiling her too, she grew up willful and unchecked. Maybe it was the rebirth—or the presence of her child—that gave her even more confidence. She scoffed.