Romans & histoires Shiori Novella Past Life

Why, he thought — not as an Emperor processing a political event, not as a commander categorizing a tactical situation, but as something older and more fundamental and entirely without framework: Why did my chest hurt after she died? The dawn came pale and cold over the Aurelian palace. The lake held still. And somewhere, in the space between one life and the next that she would not remember until the seventh time — the first thread broke. ~~~

There was no pity in their eyes, and when she slipped in the slick mud, landing hard on her knees, a ripple of dry, dark laughter echoed through the square. I sighed. Lily and I both were mistreated in our past lives, and perhaps that was why we were reborn. But, while I was trying every possible way to change my fate and had almost changed it for the better, Lily, because of her greed and attitude, ended up suffering the same fate as her previous life. The only difference was that this time, she was not Gabriel’s mate but Matthew’s, who had abandoned him like she never existed. For a brief moment, our eyes met. I expected her to shout at me or, worse, attack me. But the words coming out of

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

Luna's POV “You have to live a life that isn't yours, for the moon goddess has granted you a second chance. There will be turmoils, and there will be troubles. But they are all tests.” “Luna!” Someone screamed in my head, and I frowned, with my eyes still closed. The voice in my head seemed like a dream. I remembered talking to someone that seemed like a light. She was pretty, with white hair. She spoke about a second chance.

Theo suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Sharon by the collar. His voice was sharp and tense. "What did you just say?" Sharon's face turned pale. She couldn't meet his eyes, which were full of a chilling fury. With a tremble in her voice, she asked, "Have you really forgotten everything? In our past life, I was the one you loved most." Theo felt a coldness seep into his bones. He wanted to accuse her of lying, but deep down, he knew she wasn't.

“Not now… not after everything I’ve gone through to protect the people I love…” Memories of the past crashed over her. In her first life, Liora had lain in the same way in her lap, her final breath drawn under the cold night sky. At that moment, Lyara felt the world collapse. Now, in her second life, that cursed history was repeating itself.

It contained tons of portrait photos. Sora - Page 14 has my face. Hope that helps. Then Issei proceeded to open page 14 to see her picture. It shows a beautiful busty girl with a shoulder length pink hair with pink eyes. She wears what appears to be a magician robe with a black and purple color and she also wears a purple habit on her head. She has big boobs. (https://alicesoft.fandom.com/wiki/Mifa if you want her image). Issei just calmly says that.

said Sumico fluently and steadily. “I haven’t dreamt of our previous lives for all these times, My Sumi Darling. Why can I dream of it now?” wondered Virando within his bit perplexity. “Perhaps when our love grows stronger towards each other, the memories from our past lives begin to show up piece by piece. Or perhaps… perhaps… perhaps we did have something undone, unfinished and unsolved in the past so that it appears again at this moment, in these present lives of ours in order to be finished.” Sumico tried to speak up her perspective and paradigm.

“Do you know? I also don’t want to be related to you at all. But it seems like… this thing needs to end” Tack… tack… Again, that sound of the falling droplets of water. I unconsciously look at the side of the room. As if… it was calling me… I gulp.scenes flashes on my mind. Those times… that girl drowning on the water… And even if the face was blurry, I think I know who it was. No way… Just like what happened to Mom… does that mean she too is also here? ‘Hera is there!’ Maybe it was thanks to the memories I had that even some of my skills was improves. It feels like I lived so many lives by now. Even though it way just be memories in my head…

"Come sit, and I have a lot to tell you," I sit at her kitchen table that looks to be centuries old, and she sits across from me. "You have already started to make the same mistakes as you have in the past," My forehead creased, "What do you mean by that?." "Do you remember the book that Jerry has read to you?." I nod. "That story was about you, the baby that Lorenzo killed; her name was Calliana," I shook my head, "No way." "Calliana, I have met you in your past lives; you are going to choose the mate that comes back when you do,"