The Day I Got Reincarnated As A Slime Novels & Stories

The little Drake I know will always mello to his mother's call, but this time, he didn't. He gnashed his big sharp teeth, growling in fury and thirst. Unfortunately, I'm his prey and he won't let me off without a fight. What did I do to deserve such horrible life? Other people reincarnate and end up being a rich man's wife, being a Cinderella and all of it. In my own case, I'm not only a slave, I'm also faced with life threatening issues every single day. "Please! Someone help me!" this time, he charged towards me with his huge hairy hands spread out.

_from walking as a lowlife lady who had a drunkard father and a wicked stepmother who's now pregnant, to a lady with stance who's the wife of a rich monster. At the thought of this I laughed, smiling at the face of death, which was the only peaceful way to die, I got tired of searching for air and going back into the water, I opened my mouth, to be drowned in the world I chose to live in. The last thought on my mind, was reincarnation, wondering how it would feel to die and live again in another different world, I would definitely search for my parents and behead them myself. My vision was getting blur, when I saw a big warewolf pulling out the door, I knew it would be Liam. Well the monster

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.

When he held me. He cursed under his breath and drove out. I sighed out, feeling better during the drive. I'm still haunted by nightmares about that day. The day I lost my baby and my life. The day Isadora died and I got into her body. I've always believed in transmigration and rebirth shit but I never knew it'd happen to me. I got a chance to live but I'm tossed into a vicious world. We reached the mansion and I was about to open the door when I remembered I "fractured" my leg. "I can't get out.." I stammered, looking up at him."my leg. "

I bit my bottom lip gently in nervousness. He let out a short sigh. “Not a whole lot, to be honest. I would still like to hang out with you and get to know you more.” He gave me a comforting smile. “So let’s start with introductions again. Hi, my name is Jade Sanchez and I would like to know you more.” I laughed lightly. “Hi, my name is Lucia Hill, a reincarnated girl on a revenge mission, and I would also like to know you more.,” I smirked, and he let out a laugh that was very contagious.

My neck was still attached to my head. My hands dropped from my neck to the bed, and I was shocked at how soft it was under my hand. The bed I've gotten familiar with after my reincarnation was a hard one. My eyes went to the bed and then the unfamiliar room. My face squeezed into a frown as I tried to remember how I got here. Then it all came rushing back to me, everything that happened after Azalea sent me back to my room. How I was accused by Piper of stealing Alpha Lothar's golden ring and how I found out that Alpha king Lothar was my second chance mate.

I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. Her smile grew wider "Waiting for this moment. Waiting for the upgrade" As she spoke, images flashed through my mind – the Helix project, the experiments, the upgrades. I saw Jamal, his face twisted in a mixture of pain and determination. I saw Layla, her eyes cold and calculating. I saw myself, my mind expanding, my body changing. The darkness closed in around me, and I felt myself being pulled apart, molecule by molecule. I screamed, but it was too late. I was being reborn.

After the Alliance Tribunal, I went straight back to the manor to pack. Didn't feel a damn thing. Hardly owned anything—just clothes, Mom's pendant, and a bone whistle. What no one knew? Right after I downed the growth-slowing potion... I blew that whistle. Dad answered. Silverlune Pack's Alpha. Cold as frost. He hadn't forgiven me for walking out. Not even close. But when I pricked my finger and let one drop of blood hit the parchment...

I had felt genuinely sorry for how pale he looked, so I went hungry myself just so I could save on living expenses and send the extra to him. I worked five odd jobs outside of classes and fainted several times just from exhaustion caused by low blood sugar alone. The most dangerous of those occasions had been when I was almost crushed under a bus' wheels because I had passed out. In the end, all of my hard-earned money had been used on another woman's recovery. I could no longer taste the food I was eating. Before I knew it, all I could taste on my tongue was bitterness. It felt similar to when I had been on the verge of death in my previous life.

It was like countless venomous snakes were laughing at my stupidity and ridiculous love for Theodore in my previous life. I bit my lip, and a metallic smell spread in my mouth. Clenching my fingers tightly, I could even feel the blood on my palms from my nails digging into them. Theodore must have been reborn too!