Because It's My First Life Novels & Stories

"I don't know why the hell you stuck with me, but I stayed because my life started at sixteen on a hot July day with a bottle of water and a certain boy's aw shucks grin." After the longest pause in earth's history, when he spoke, his voice was rougher than the storm-tossed sea. "I stayed because I looked into your wounded eyes and, for the first time in my pathetically safe life, I had a semblance of who I was as a person, of who I could be. To this day, it's still the only time I do."

" actually I should be the one to thank you " " for giving me the possibility to reis them" " I own you and your wife my life" " your life, how so?" " The moment your wife entrusted me with her eggs my life finally made sense, a purpose, they are my reason to live. I haven't had that in a very long time, it was like I was a soulless shell walking around" " You know I never met someone like you before and I sure have a lot to learn from you" " well you better be a fast learner cuz you'll be entrusted with 3 morons very soon"

I gave them a smile hoping to ease their worry. “Yeah. It’s just that I’m nervous. It’s my first time attending an event like this,” I said as I lowered my head. I don’t know why but I’m embarrassed that I had to say this kind of thing, not mentioning the reason as to why this is the first event that I had attended in my whole life.

For the first time in my life, I had no idea what would happen next. And for the first time, That didn’t feel like a failure. It felt like the beginning.

It had already begun. A word that wasn't supposed to happen in the first place was going to begin because of me. I thought I would never live through an era where there would be war between my kind all the time, but I was wrong. Was it a mistake that I was born? Is it my fault that I decided to be alive instead of dying when life has been so hard on me?

Maybe, just maybe, something could grow from the ashes. Even if it started with chaos. Even if it started with a maid. Because for the first time in my cursed, crown-stained life… I didn’t feel empty. I felt alive. And this time? I wouldn’t lose it. Not again.

Bloody Demon The one who till date had only learned to take life, how could he give life, even if it was a part of himself, my baby may be a meat for that demon but she/he was my everything for me. The reason I was happy for the first time in five months and the reason I was thinking living my life again, I will not let anything happen to my baby.

For the first time in my life, I had one. For the first time, I was free. And this time, no one would ever take that from me again. The End. ⸻

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.

What'll happen to me? I don't know if I'll still live, because he's my last source of life, if it weren't for him, I would've just been breathing but not living at all and waking up without any reason to. That's messed up, I'm so messed up and I'm so furious with myself for overthinking but I can't help it, I can never help it for I deserve nothing but hatred and misery, that's the only thing that stays with me and I don't think I'll be thankful for that.