Redundant Reincarnation Romane & Geschichten

I couldn't help but wonder if she'd slipped something bad into it. This time around, I didn't dare touch it. I slid the jar back to her. "You can have it." After watching her finish it, I went back to my bedroom and dabbed some moisturizer on my face to test my suspicion. In no time, dark spots bloomed across my skin, in the exact same places as the ones on Mirabelle's face. As I expected, things hadn't changed even though I was given a second chance at life. I recalled how, in my previous life, the more skincare I used, the more spots and wrinkles I developed, as if I had aged 20 years overnight.

How will I survive? I was shocked for a moment, then realized Evonne had been reincarnated too. Oh, that was fantastic. I thought ending our grudge this way was me going too easy on her. But since her past life was miserable and there was no room for her to make a comeback in this life, I decided to just let her continue to live the rest of her days in pain and struggle. "You deserve this, Evonne." I hung up the call and immediately tossed my phone away. Just hearing her voice made me feel utterly disgusted.

Ivanna, who had just heard about reincarnation and the like, finally concluded. "I thought so too. However, I am now trying to connect the events we might have missed." Ayden took out a note on which were written his various theories about Ivanna. "I don't think you're special, Ivanna. But reality tells me that you are. Look at this. You've been reborn three times, four lifetimes, and in all four of them, you've turned into a feral, been killed, and hundreds of years later been reborn. Luckily, in your fourth life, you became a vampire again after becoming feral."

After the reincarnation, I always felt like I had lost some parts of my memory. However, Kelly's insulting words indirectly brought back my memories. In my past life, after my daughter and I were locked up in the house, I had begged Justin desperately. I reminded him we were his wife and child and asked him how he could bear to treat us in such a way. However, Justin retorted, "My wife and child? It's still yet to be determined if she's my daughter."

And if you still kill them all again, they will still come times two of their troops again! Well Best reasoned it to know why it appears to be so. How possible does the red corps get to multiply anytime they were killed. They will always returns in times two of how many that were killed.

James explained the past events. Truett had an enlightened expression. He said, “I see! No wonder the baby was shrouded by a halo when found in the Forladtt Land. It’s because she’s the reincarnation of a Heavenly Path’s consciousness. But it’s still bizarre. There are so many Genesis Worlds and Heavenly Paths, yet we’ve never heard of consciousness being born from these Heavenly Paths.”

The word echoed unpleasantly. “Chosen by what?” “By the world itself,” another council member said. “When balance tips too far, it corrects itself.” Drayan inhaled sharply. Malrik went completely still. “You are not a reincarnation,” the woman continued. “You are a continuation. The same soul, rewritten. Zenaida was the first iteration. You are the second.” My hands curled into fists. “So I don’t get a choice.” “You already made it,” she replied calmly. “When you married him again.”

"Oh, my dear Marcella, there's no need to apologise. You have a keen intuition, and it's natural to question the sense of familiarity we share. But rest assured, we haven't met in this lifetime like this." Marcella felt even more perplexed as she pondered on her words. It seemed Anna liked to speak in riddles but she was eager to understand the enigma that was Lucas's aunt. "So you believe in reincarnations?" Anna's eyes sparkled as she spoke. "Marcella, the ties that bind all the beings on earth transcends time and space. In the grand tapestry of existence, there are souls who are destined to intertwine, to meet again and again across different lifetimes."

"Are you being serious? Is that what you care about right at the moment?" He shakes his head. "Whatever happened with Gwyneth is not important either." My lips part. "Gwyneth. That was her name." He bites his lips in regret. As usual, he hadn't expected such vital information to be let out so easily. "November." He tries to touch me. "Do not move any closer." I pant. "I cannot believe you." "That is all in the past, Didn't you say that this was a new beginning?" "Well, that was when I realized that this has been repeating for over senturies. You kill me, and then, you reincarnate me. Then you kill me again, and then reincarnate me as someone else." I grind my teeth. "You are sick, Sin."

“I don’t understand. Why would caring be wrong?” “Because fate must be impartial. Fate cannot get attached. A soul must make its own choices—whether to ascend, to descend, or to try again on Earth. Interference upsets the balance.” Charlene pondered that. “But if a soul chooses to return, then it’s not their final journey… is it?” ReNew chuckled. “You’re catching on. Yes, they get another chance. But they don’t remember their past lives. Each time is a new beginning.”