The Soul-Hopping Heiress: My Revenge from the Grave Chapter 2

Watching my beautiful, curvy body turn into a briquette was heartbreaking.

But what’s done is done.

I needed a new ride.

Ideally, someone who just died. Freshly deceased. If I jump in fast enough, I can reboot the system.

Where do you find fresh bodies? The hospital, obviously.

I floated into an operating room. It was a bloody mess. C-section gone wrong.

I heard the doctors say she was hemorrhaging and fading fast. I was grinning at the opportunity until a mournful gaze pinned me in place.

The woman, a weeping beauty, stared right at me. "I didn't think anyone would smile at my death."

Me: "It's not personal."

She blinked. "You can see me?"

"Yeah, we're both dead. Well, you're dead-dead. I'm just shopping for a rental."

She was shocked. "Are you... gifted?"

"Sure. Look, lend me your body. I promise I’ll take care of it. I’ll do yoga and everything."

She hesitated, but the frantic voices of the doctors pushed her.

"Patient has flatlined! The baby isn't out yet!"

"Get the baby out! Prepare the defibrillator!"

The woman practically knelt before my spirit. "Okay. Take it. Just save my baby. Please."

The nurse shouted, "We have a pulse!"

I dove into the body. Pain—searing, blinding pain—hit me instantly. I screamed and rolled right back out.

"Patient flatlined again!"

The woman looked panicked. She grabbed my spirit and shoved me back toward her corpse.

"Pulse is back!"

I howled. "It hurts! It hurts so bad!"