Because It's My First Life Novels & Stories

But underneath it, a fierce pulse of excitement ran through me. Ten days. Ten days to change everything. And I would. The Kiami of my first life had died, alone, betrayed, and broken. The Kiami of this life would not.

“Whit… It’s not safe being around me.” “I said no. You’re not going to get rid of me that easily. I know things are crazy, dangerous. But,” I smiled softly. “I feel alive. With you. I have never felt anything like this before. The first moment I saw you on the street was the moment I knew this person might be the death of me. But it’s okay.”

POV: Mia Before Ella walked into our lives, I was the one who mattered most to Leo and Max. I came from an old mafia family from Italy, but when I was fifteen, I insisted on moving to New York to attend high school with my cousin. My father initially opposed it strongly, but he eventually got too busy with family affairs to keep calling me home. That was when I met Leo and Max, my cousin’s classmates. They tagged along with him every day to pick me up after school.

"Do you have a death wish?" Anna knelt beside me, her hands trembling as she inspected me for injuries. "Never do that again," she said sharply. "Do you understand? They will kill you next time!" Despite the pain radiating through my body, my chest warmed at their concern. They cared. For the first time in this nightmare, I felt like I had people who truly cared. "It was worth it," I whispered, my voice weak but firm.

For my baby. This isn't the end. It's just a new beginning. A hard one, but still a beginning. I touch my stomach again. "We'll be okay," I whisper. "Somehow, we'll be okay." As I walk out of the park, I make a promise to myself. I won't let Mike or Lucy win. I won't let them break me. I'm stronger than that. I have to be. For my baby. For myself. This is just the first chapter of my new life. It's not the one I wanted. But it's the one I have. And I'm going to make the best of it. No matter what.

I shook my head. “Shush. Just listen.” I grabbed his hands. “When the goddess was filling me with power, when it reached my stomach, I felt it. The flutter of life.” I struggled to find the words. “But it was familiar. One I had grown to know, one I had memorized.” His brow furrowed. “You aren’t making much sense. All babies move the same.” He tried to make sense of my jumbled words. I shook my head. “In my first life.” I think in that moment he started to understand, and his face turned a little sad.

I finally voice the question that has often lingered in the back of my mind. Mom's gaze softens with understanding. "Because I want to give you a better life," I admit, the words spilling out as I say them to her for the first time. "The life stolen from you when you got pregnant with me. I want you to be happy and have nice things." I pause, a sharp breath catching in my throat as the weight of my words settles in the air between us.

How toxic my mind is. And the fact that It was all because of me and if it wasn’t me it would never have happened. Why is everything like this? Can I just die it why it should be the person who's important to me be affected like this, So many lives have been lost because of my negligence I have not even been able to save them. I know it is just a test but I can't really accept everything that's happening, it's so sudden it's shocking and It made me want to give up everything

Because it is not…. I have spent my life believing in Love. My heart has been beaten; my heart has been ripped; it has been stamped on, and more than once, as you know. But I kept on believing. Because I love Love because I consider life not worth living if you don't allow your heart to pound.

Arielle Life has never been easy or good to me. That's not me feeling sorry for myself. That's just the truth. Some people are born into warmth—into mothers who smell like vanilla and fathers who lift them onto their shoulders and houses where the floors don't creak and the windows let in sunlight. I was born into a world that wanted me dead before I took my first breath.