Because This Is My First Life Novels & Stories

Even at this time, he has the audacity to use his Alpha voice at me and orders me. Does he think he’s some god that can order anyone to go back into life? It’s impossible, and I know it. I can feel my life’s source fading and fading away every passing second. But just as I lose hope, I hear his voice and suddenly… I want to try again. “Moon goddess… You blessed me with being a First Blood… But it feels more like a curse than anything…” I cry. Because of my identity, which I was not knowledgeable about until recently, I have suffered my entire life.

I look down at my stomach and hold myself together with both arms, like if I let go, I will disappear. Inside me, life is beginning. And nothing will ever be the same again.

But I can't. Life may as well be the abomination of nature. Life only exists here. On this planet. In this universe. No other has been found. Because it's hell here. And I'm living it. I won't end it. But I want to. I'll never eat or love again. Misery is my friend. Now and forever, as it always has been.

she condo, petting her “why I’m I happy his dead, I don’t deserve him as a father, he was Good. I’m a horrible person” she cried. “you’re a very great man. I and my siblings, has promised to honour you, and be the pride of this family” Kaima inhaled, glanced at the people.

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.

It was about being as close to a person as possible and not letting go. Fuck I love this woman. I can't believe this is now my life and it's amazing.

Born By Power Book 1 Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter 1 I thought I was living the life which seemed like a blessed crumb to a hungry bird, I thought I had it all, even though I had no father--I was grateful for all, until my mom died. Now it feels like I have nothing. At this moment if I am being told that Life behold no meaning, I'd comply and agree with the statement.

I found a part-time job, started scraping by on my own, and just when I thought I was beginning to make it, the world fell apart. The beasts took over. They destroyed every city, every building, ripping through concrete and steel like it was paper. They tore apart anything and anyone in their way. Back then, I wanted to die. I thought it was a sign-a sign that I wasn't meant to survive. My whole life had been a nightmare, but then Armani found me. She took me in when I had no one. She became my family, my safe place. And now she was gone. My chest ached with grief, but I couldn't afford to let the sorrow consume me. I had to stay focused. I wondered if everyone else was okay. I prayed they h

“Why do you keep doing that?” I glanced at him, then back at the window. “Because I’ve never been an ex-convict before,” I admitted. “This is my first time on the run. I’m not used to living like this, always looking over my shoulder, waiting for someone to break down my door.”

“There they are! Hold on, let me get a clearer image…” It’s impossible to describe that first look. It was like the world filled with color I’d never been privy to, even as everything beyond that tiny little dot faded away. I felt bigger, and smaller, both more and less important, as all my priorities slid into new places. This was my child. This was the life I was doing all of this for; this was the life that was worth it.