I reincarnated in Twilight (Rosalie Hale)

The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed, a stark contrast to the verdant, rain-soaked world outside. My head throbbed, a dull ache that resonated with the influx of fragmented memories—a past life, a speeding truck, and then, the familiar face of Morgan Freeman, God-like and apologetic.

Now, I was Daniela Beatrice Swan, twin sister to Isabella. A car crash, I was told, a reckless act by some local jerks. But as Bella rushed in, her eyes wet with tears, and hugged me tight, a deeper realization settled. This wasn't just a new life; it was a reincarnation into the world of Twilight.

The days in the hospital passed, a blur of medical checks and awkward family visits. Renée, our mother, true to her self-absorbed nature, was more concerned with her fiancé than her injured daughter. It cemented the decision: Bella and I were moving to Forks, to live with Charlie, our dad.

My new body, surprisingly fit and agile, was a testament to the old Daniela's hidden martial arts training. My mind, now infused with the knowledge of a past life and boosted by my new intellect, buzzed with possibilities. Occlumency, I realized, was my first priority. Protecting my thoughts from any mind-reading vampires, especially a certain brooding one, would be crucial.

Hours of meditation followed, a mental blank canvas. The calmness that settled was profound, a shield forged from sheer will. "This is going to be a fun world," I whispered to the empty room, a wide, knowing smile spreading across my face.