Reincarnated With My Smartphone Novels & Stories

Couldn’t. But what if? I mean she had the same scars and some were already healed! I pulled out my phone, opening the search bar. My fingers typed hurriedly on my keyboard. Rebirth. Reincarnation real The search results filled the screen. Just the usual new age spirituality stuff and some journals about beliefs. I scrolled through them, my heart beating widely in my chest and I stopped. I died and now I have memories from my past life. I know what’s going to happen.

The same message. The same trap. He had never acknowledged me as his mate until now. But this time… I wasn't the same foolish girl who died in this room. In my previous life, I had left everything I was doing and ran to him in the locker room like a lovesick fool. I'd make sure that I used this second chance that the Goddess had given me judiciously. I would rewrite my fate now. My hand tightened around the phone when I remembered how this bastard had poisoned me and confessed to the fact that I was nothing but a pawn.

More important, this stone gave Alex the feeling that it was even more potent than the Chaos Bead he had. “What is this?” Alex asked. “It’s called the Reincarnation Stone,” Dorothy replied. Alex blinked as though he realized something. Dorothy said quietly, “This is the reason why my cultivation base has soared suddenly. It’s because of the Reincarnation Stone, that is to say, I’ve been reincarnated from my previous life.” Alex fell silent. He thought of Zendaya.

The days have passed. Now, it was time to go home from the hospital. Getting out of a room filled with the smell of drugs is something that has been waiting for so long. Olivia is… no, not Olivia anymore. She has become a teenager again named Celine Saskara. Celine was tidying up some of the clothes that were stored in the small cupboard to the right of the gurney she was occupying. Actually, this is not allowed by them (the Celine family). They say,

I scrunched my face, trying to hold back my tears as I reminisced of all the things that I have done, as Sakamaki Yuu and as Lancelot Ral Constance. Just right after I reincarnated, I have been running around settling problems that the former Lancelot started. I did say that I want to live my life as I wanted, but seeing the servants and the people, in addition to my fussy attitude, I couldn’t just left them continue living like that.

After completing the deal, she exchanged contact details with the old man and promised to come back when she has more stock. What she didn’t realize was the fact that the old man looked sullen when she left. The old man was reminded of that poor girl called M who died in prison a year ago. Despite her dangerous job, she was really a nice child that just needed some attention and love. The mannerism of the young girl reminded him a lot of her; they behaved in a same way that he almost got fooled. There wasn’t such nonsense as reincarnation or rebirth in this world. As a scientist and doctor, he believed in facts and not myths. He shook his head and returned his attention to the herbs he had j

Amelia gazed at the Reincarnation Token before her, her fingertips trembling slightly as she slowly reached out her hand. The moment her soul's fingertips touched the Reincarnation Token, a gentle spiritual energy surged into her soul essence, merging seamlessly with her own aura, without the slightest rejection. She held the Reincarnation Token firmly in her palm. Its cool touch calmed her chaotic mind, and her once dim eyes instantly became clear and sharp. The spiritual light around her grew steady and resolute again, with no trace of her earlier panic.

“Have you ever wondered why SEO has operated for over the centuries under the radar? Because they’re the best. And you’re an agent for what? A year? Don’t blame yourself.” “Why did I come back without memory?” “Amelia, you’re not reincarnated. You’re reborn.” “Aren’t they the same?” “Reincarnation is a rebirth of a soul to another body. In your case—” “I’m still me without memory.” “Yes. Since you’re a part angel, the only way for you to live again is to sacrifice a life.” “You sacrificed someone for me to come back?” I was more horrified. “That’s not right.”

Finally, her ma wishes her an acceptance letter to her dream university and then, together with her pa, whips out a birthday gift box containing… a brand new Samsung smartphone. It’s all with perfect timing because right then, Dion’s digital watch beeps an alarm for midnight, the closing of their program. At the same time, inside Ecto 2.0, the battery is nearly depleted and Ecto the chatbot is about to leave the puppy’s body for good. He intends to disappear on the Internet and, from there, contemplate what he’s going to do next.

I looked up at him, my mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. For so long, I’d questioned Atlas’ sincerity, unable to fully trust him. But now, something shifted inside me, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog of doubt. The memories surged back—a cycle of death and reincarnation, a desperate struggle to survive and overcome the tragedy that bound us together. Soon, I remembered why I could truly trust him. Both Atlas and I died. We got reincarnated and we needed to stay alive and get past of this tragedy now. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry from the heat and exhaustion. Nodding, I reached for his hand, feeling the solid warmth of his grip.