Reincarnation Love Novels & Stories

In his eyes, there was a distinct naughty smirk: "Sammy, why do I still feel a strange sense of familiarity with you? Did we have a remarkable love affair in our previous life?" I swallowed nervously. "Do you believe in reincarnation?" "Yes. I revere and respect all unknowns. Maybe in my previous life, I truly loved you? Then, after taking an Elixir, I forgot you. But my body probably didn't forget. Oh, it seems that I'm madly in love with you!" He whispered this into my ear, his voice gentle and soft, like a peach blossom's affection, making my heart flutter. I was completely entranced by him. Although I knew he was making up stories, I still went along with his performance:

Something didn't sit right with me, but I was yet to find out what it was. Adriana walked to the sofa I was lying on, book in hand, and sat beside me before reading aloud. "Reincarnation is a process signifying the reappearance and rebirth of a person. Though it happens sometimes, this process is not common. Usually, when it happens, the incarnate has a mission to fulfill. Though doubted, the incarnate rarely has memories of his previous life. It is sometimes said that the incarnate will keep being born, dying, and coming back, consistently repeating the process till he or she has fulfilled the purpose of his or her existence."

"Aria Sinclair. I'm here because I read about the foundation. About helping invisible sufferers. And I've suffered invisibly my whole life. Pain no one sees. Memories that aren't mine. Dreams of four men I've never met. Dreams of dying. Of forgetting. Of loving people who don't exist. I need help. I need to understand. I need to know why I feel like I'm remembering a life I never lived." Sinclair. Aurora's last name. Same family. Same bloodline. Same essence wearing different skin. Erebus flickers through possibilities. Through realities. Through impossibilities. "Reincarnation." He whispers. "But too fast. Too soon. Too perfect. This isn't natural reincarnation. This is something else. Some

We were motionless for a few dots, and we both opened our eyes at the same time and stared at each other with loving eyes. Yes, I admit that now. I loved this stranger who refused to tell me his name and who promised to tell me everything when he thought it was the right time for me to know. However, I didn’t feel any regret to offer him my maidenhood. And I would offer it to no one else but him if I had to live again in this Aryan world in the future—as Aryans knew that reincarnation was real and karma was like a cycle until we erase it completely. “I’m already in love with you, stranger,” I confessed in a whisper. I didn’t care if he felt the same or not. I just wanted to be honest to him.

"I just hope it's not like that idiot Ivan, sister; I hope you chose well and not like your stupid older sister." __ You still love him, don't you? "I don't love anyone. My heart died a long time ago. It may sound ridiculous, even stupid, but it is. He destroyed it... Well, come to think of it, yes, I do love someone... I love myself... Now rest."

It wasn't necessary. That's Jaclyn Dills, selfish and self-serving, a heartless businessman who deeply loves the woman in his arms. I often say that meeting him was my fate in this life, but little did I know, it was quite the opposite. Jaclyn Dills feels that marrying me is his fate, a fate of love. If there were truly reincarnation, he'd hope for this love fate in every life, as long as it's the woman in his arms, he'd willingly endure life after life, facing whatever fate may come. This is the reward from the Moon Goddess for us.

For some reason, he was beginning to like whatever was speaking to him. It was showing him a side of him he had been afraid to explore, and it seemed to know him better than he had ever known himself. “I am the reincarnation of the cursed Alpha, the cousin to the Lover.” “The Lover is your cousin?” “Most of the things happening now are a repeat of the past, young one. All of us, the principal characters in the love story of my cousin and the human have returned, except the one we killed yesterday, the one we sent back.”

The way he’s only decided to put Scintilla’s happiness above his own thirst now, not in my previous life, when she needed it so much more, when she had the burden of leading around the broken shell of a girl I’d been in my first decade or so as an immortal. The way he seems to care so much more this time around. The way that this confirmed everything I’d feared. Canus is only kind now because of Aura, because I gave him the letters and the letters gave him hope that Aura is still alive, somewhere deep inside me. And now, some part of me is afraid that, in my last life, Canus hadn’t loved Favilla at all. Maybe he sacrificed himself not because he loved his second oldest progeny, but because h

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

He hands my mother the card, stealing a chaste kiss as she takes it from his hands. Their love is something I have dreamt of having for myself one day. I have never seen them so much as question one another. They always told me they were True Mates. Something people rarely get to see. True Mates are reincarnated over the centuries so that their spirits may always find another, even after these bodies have long gone.