Shiori Novella Past Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I knew who I was before I accepted my fate as Princes Sayori. “My real name is Shiromi Hanako. I was an orphan growing up and when I grew older I left the orphanage to seek a better life. The last thing I remember from my past life was when I was walking down a dark alley. I was walking home from going around town looking for a job. I didn’t know that I was being followed and I remember him stabbing me in my stomach. That was the last thing I could remember. I must’ve died from that.” I explained. I placed my hand on the part of my stomach where the wound would’ve been. “That was unfortunate but there must’ve been a reason for you to be reborn in this life.” The Empress told me. She put her

Shelia nods in approval. “People are dying over those things.” Corvu comments. “I am sure they are.” Shelia sighs, “It’s not a myth I designed, but it saved hundreds. I was only able to save myself by using what remained of my power to come here. I had merely hoped I would be strong enough to go back.” She turns to Corvu and grabs his hand. “But I wasn’t. I ended up leaving you there with no way back. Even though only a year has passed for me I’m so glad I am able to see you grow into a wonderful man.”

Shrivel, Its body returned to sentences and scattered lines. Until nothing remained but a single, unspoken phrase: What if none of it was enough? Liora read it, Held it, Then kissed the page and let it burn. The gray void snapped. Color flooded in scarlet, gold, starlight-blue. Her world, the real one, reemerged, piece by piece: The forest where she’d been crowned. The cliff where Kael kissed her the first time, The stone room where she first held Liolai. The hill where Ashen died and was reborn.

She moved about with practiced ease, her footsteps as soft as sighs on the wooden floor. With nothing else to do, I picked up one of those ridiculous, twisted little stories I had found tucked in the shelf. I read it, because it let me pretend I needed to keep my mind occupied. Not long after, Siora returned, breathless but smiling. “You were quick with the washing,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m used to it,” she replied with a shrug, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Her smile faltered as she stepped closer to my chair. “But… is this how we’ll live forever?” Her voice softened, trembling. “Slaves in another pack?”

I gaze my whole body at the royal human mirror and spin my body around. What the fuck! What is this cloth? It looks like from ancient time in China! I don't remember wearing this before I d-die.... What the hell... Did I died but got reincarnated right away, but where.... Oh my! Is it in the novel of One thousand Years or Beautiful maniquin or Mi amoré.... I know, okay... I like that way... No twist, no killing... Just intimate moments and Funny moments.... As I continue spinning my body around but still complaining in my mind as what novel did I reincarnated with... A woman figure dash in my room, holding a tray full of medicine....

To what end, he wondered. Did Sirona think she could simply usurp someone else’s soul so that she may live, and that it would be okay? Understandably, she would have been angry when she realized true immortality would not be hers. Hell, he was angry. But to attach herself to another, a mortal no less, so she may live on, seemed so un-goddess like to him, so out of character for her. And yet, through Serena’s past life regression, he had learned a lot about Sirona that he hadn’t known before.

That was the last time they spoke to each other before Langrion headed towards the enormous flame at the heart of the courtyard at the speed of light. ****************** The nearer they get to the burning flame, the more that Shia trembled, knowing what Sirion intended to do. She started to thrash about, but with chains limiting the range of both her hands and feet, she was still being dragged effectively towards it. Dying - was this what happened to her through all those lifetimes? Did this god really kill her a thousand times before too? Suddenly, visions started to flash before Shia’s mind. She saw different versions of herself in different timelines and in different places, but during al

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Who still has time to blush and heartbeat? Liang Xia didn't feel like in idol novels. After listening to someone's voice, she can feel at ease in Barabala... Now she only feels more panicked than before, and her feet are kicking underwater. The hands that drag into Su Lixin's arm can't wait to dig into his flesh. It's not the romance of flesh and blood, you have me and you, but the fear that the other party will leave her behind.

"Monica, although this guy is a bit disgusting, his name is Shirosaki Shizuru. He lives in Sakurasaou and he's also a well-known novelist. He will be your neighbor from now on." Chihiro covered her forehead since she was too embarrassed to look at Monica's eyes. The main reason was that because weird, she had heard that he had gone out to find material for his novel, but she didn't expect him to come back so soon. Monica didn't show excitement nor sadness, his expression was calm, but then he looked at Chihiro in pity to know such a person. "You don't need to be afraid of him, although he's a pervert, he's still a good person."