His Sexy And Delicate Rose

Reincarnated

It's been two minutes since I reincarnated. Two minutes into my new life, and already I'm overwhelmed with the unfamiliarity of it all. I take in my surroundings, trying to make sense of the strange environment I've been thrust into.

My mind races as I struggle to remember how I got here, what happened in my previous life, and who I used to be. But the memories are elusive, like wisps of smoke in the wind. All I know for certain is that I am here, now, and I must make sense of this new reality.

Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, a memory strikes. I gasp as the scene plays out in my mind's eye. I'm in a dark alley, running for my life. A masked figure chases after me, relentless and swift. I trip, and before I can stand, he upon me, his hands like iron around my neck. I struggle, desperate for breath, but my efforts are in vain. My vision fades, and I slip away into the blackness. That was it, the moment this new body died. just like me .

Still reeling from the vivid memory of my past life, I stumble forward and collapse onto a pile of cardboard boxes. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and I close my eyes, willing the flashback to disappear. But before I can compose myself, I heard a loud bang, startling me out of my daze. I freeze in place, my heart racing. Who or what is on the other side of that door? And how will my new life unfold in the face of this unexpected intrusion?

Footsteps echo across the concrete floor, their rapid pace indicating urgency. I brace myself, preparing for the worst, when a voice calls out, "Mel ? Mel, are you in here?"My heart still pounding, I call out, " I'm here please help me." A moment later, he appears in the doorway, concern etched across his features. "Mel , what happened? I heard a crash from down here and rushed over.

he moved closer to me. he was this good looking masculine guy with his abs showing due to the shirt he was wearing.

"Simon," I repeat, though the name feels unfamiliar on my tongue. I stare at the man in front of me, taking in his features, searching for something that might spark a memory or recognition. He is a stranger, but he seems to know me. How can that be? "Who are you?" I ask, my voice tentative. "Don't you recognize me, Mel? I'm your brother, Simon. We've been living together for years. Are you hurt? I thought you were dead." He moves closer, his hand reaching out to me in concern.

His warm hand envelops mine, the sensation of human contact somehow grounding me in this unfamiliar body and life. As he draws nearer, I can't help but notice the delicate scent of flowers that wafts from his skin. A contrast to the tears streaking his face, staining his cheeks with streaks of salty sorrow.

"I'm sorry, Simon," I say, my voice quivering with the weight of the words. "I'm not Lily. I'm Sally, but I'm inside Mel's body."

Simon freezes, his eyes widening with shock.

He begins to sob, his shoulders shaking with each tearful breath. "But... how? How can you be Sally? That's not possible." He struggles to comprehend the reality of the situation. My heart aches for him, for the loss he must be feeling. I know that nothing I can say will bring back his sister, but I want to try to ease his pain.

"I'm so sorry, Simon. I don't know how this happened.

After a long moment, he pulls himself together and reaches for his phone. "I'm going to call the doctor. We need to make sure you're okay." He dials and speaks briefly with the doctor, explaining what has happened. "Yes, I understand," he says into the phone, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But she's saying that she's not Lily. She's saying she's someone else." He pauses, listening intently, his brow furrowed. "Temporary amnesia? You think that might be it?

"Come on, Mel, we should go back home." Simon takes my hand, leading me towards the exit of the ward room. But as we approach the hospital counter, something deep inside me resists. I pull away, shaking my head. "No, I have to go back home to meet momma. Something's not right." I rush towards the keypad, my fingers flying across the numbers, but the door remains stubbornly locked. In a moment of panic, I let my subconscious take over. My mind clicks into a strange, trance-like state, and suddenly the door beeps and swings open.

As she ran out of the hospital gate, she bumped into a very hot man. He wore a cold face.

The collision sent them both reeling, and for a moment, she could only stare at the man she'd run into. His eyes were piercing blue, and his face was chiseled like a Greek statue. But his expression was cold and hard, like ice in the winter. "Watch where you're going," he growled, brushing past her without a second glance. She felt a strange combination of embarrassment and defiance rise within her, and she found herself blurting out, "Maybe you should be the one watching where you're going, mister!"

He looked fiercely at her "what did you just say?" He asked

His eyes blazed with anger, like two blue flames ready to ignite. "You heard me," she said, refusing to back down. "Maybe if you weren't so busy being all 'brooding and mysterious,' you'd have seen me coming." She crossed her arms, daring him to argue.

For a moment, he just stood there, silent and unmoving, like a mountain of granite. Then, a slow smirk crept across his face. "Well, well, feisty, aren't we?" he said, his voice low and dangerous.

He grabbed her by the waist and said

" I can wipe your entire generation in just a minute"

His grip on her waist was like a vise, and for a moment, she felt a chill run through her. But she quickly recovered, staring back at him with defiance in her eyes. "Oh, really? And what makes you think you're so special, huh?" she retorted, her voice sharp as a whip.

His smirk widened into a grin, showing off teeth as white and sharp as ivory. "Because, my dear," he whispered, his voice dripping with menace, "I am not what you think I am. I am not a man.

As she struggled against his unyielding grip, she smirked back at him. "Yeah, I'd believe that. You've got the hands of a girl, that's for sure. Maybe I'm stronger than you think."

His grin turned into a snarl, and she could see a flash of rage in his eyes. "You think you're so clever," he hissed, tightening his hold on her. "But let me tell you a secret. I am not human.