뒤바뀐 신분 소설 & 이야기

I was free from the pain of my past life, and I was ready to embrace the darkness that now consumed me. As I walked through the city, I could feel the power coursing through my veins. It was intoxicating and empowering. I felt like I was unstoppable; nothing or no one could ever hurt me again. I knew I needed to get out of my hospital gown and find a new identity, so I made my way to a store and stole some clothes. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I didn't recognize the person staring back at me. My eyes were cold and empty, no longer bright blue like they used to be. Now, they were black. The tattoo-like mark that had grown on me after I had done the spell to bring Ava back was n

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

On the first floor of Westfield Building, a TV screen between two elevators continuously displayed the achievements of Brookshire’s business prodigy since she started her career. In the three years since I'd seen her, she had shed that timid, insecure air of someone fresh from the countryside. Now, dressed in custom-tailored formal wear, she carried herself with newfound elegance. Wealth truly transforms people. Today was the bidding conference for Trada Corp's project in Brookshire. Reporters had been staking out the lobby since early morning. I tried to mind my own business and ignore her, but she approached me anyway. "Miss Turner, it really is you! I almost didn't recognize you," she sai

"Between changed them fundamentally. They remember their old lives. Their old selves. But they're different now. Expanded. More conscious of multiple realities. More aware of everything. They're becoming what Marcus is. What Haven is. Bridges. Beings that exist in multiple places simultaneously." That scared some people. Challenged some people. Made some wonder if returned ones were really the people they'd lost or something else wearing familiar faces. But families didn't care. Mates didn't care. Children didn't care. Their loved ones were back. Changed but back. Different but real. Present but transformed. That was enough. More than enough. Everything.

Looking down at himself, he noticed he was dressed in a sharp business suit, holding a folder in his hand. As the realization of his rebirth sank in, Noah was gripped by a wave of shock and unease. Memories of his past life remained vivid, the despair still a heavy presence in his heart. But now, he had a new identity and a new life. Eager for answers, he opened the folder, searching for clues about who he had become—Dean Harrison, 24 years old, male, a graduate of a prestigious law school with a law degree.

Later, I helped with his mother's funeral and burial. At that moment, Samuel made up his mind that he would marry me if he had a next life. "Is that why your eyes reddened on our wedding night?" Samuel laughed. "Was it that obvious?" I pouted. "Even a fool could see it." Remembering the crucial point, I asked him, "You didn't touch Flora in the past life?" Samuel was startled. "How did you know?" I told him that Flora had also been reborn.

he tells me and my brows shoot up. "Change my identity?" I ask and he nods. "Yep. Know a lotta people who do that." "And then what I've done is not under my name again, cannot be linked to me?" He shruggs. "Well, nobody knows where Axel Jarvis is and the things he's done cannot be linked to you, because you're not him anymore, if you want to do that. It's a completely fresh start." I think about it for a second, scratching my brow. It's a huge fucking move, but it means that, on paper, I'm not Axel Jarvis anymore, and I was never involved with the gang.

“The doctor did a great job, didn’t he?” Valerie looked at her reflection in the mirror on the wall, her fingers gently tracing over her new features. She did not recognize the stranger who stared back. Her old face, her old life, was all gone now, replaced by someone new and better. Valerie had been reborn. Not just by looks that were strikingly beautiful, but even her soul had shifted. It hungered only for vengeance and she would be sure to get it. “I can hardly believe that the person in my reflection is me,” she muttered, turning to face Juan.

Maru was never one to leave loose ends. “Maru,” he muttered under his breath, smiling. He raised his hand, and with a simple flick of his fingers, reality bent to his will. He rewrote the threads of fate, altering the man's very identity. The man’s name, his history, even the memories of those who knew him—all now aligned with Maru's own. In the eyes of the world, this handsome man had always been Maru, and the truth of what had transpired was erased from existence.

I'd lived with this man for the past few years of my life as Narah and I knew one thing, he never missed a shot. He sluggishly walked closer to me with glaring eyes. “You're not Narah, are you?” He asked, his fingers pointing at me. “Narah wouldn't stand like that, not in a million years. She would have fallen to the ground, crawling and crying inside, screaming her head off,” he said calmly, but I didn't respond, he sighed and walked away. I went back to Benny’s and she helped me dye my hair black. She suggested the change because my hair and eyes looked much like Reina's. By altering my look, no one would be reminded of her if they saw me, so my identity would be hidden.