Because This Is My First Life Novels & Stories

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.

It is quite far, but it is located in a remote area that is little noticed by the superiors. But at least there's no stealing here, let alone murder and arson. Eric thought that it would take some time for this body to get a little healthier, he would automatically leave. At that time, he will open a small pharmacy enough to support himself, live again and find a soulmate for this life.

"But I have one thing to do first." ***

I will never forget him because he was the first person that I loved most of my life. “Come back to me, please…” I beg and still crying.

I know I'll keep on saying this, that moments come and moments go, only this time, my moment is right now and it's only the beginning of me living. The End.

Whatever I had turned into, wasn’t normal. That was my first shift. The first time I had taken someone's life. But it was far from the last time…

This is my new world, and when we say new world it means new chances, new experiences. We never know… my life here might be different from what my mind says. I might lived my life here in luxury and with things that I never had before. I might experience the happiness I’ve always dreamt of from my past life. And also, there must be a reason why I’m here in the first place. I want to find that out when I grow up. I just need to be good and do my best to survive. This is my new life… My new life as the Duke’s daughter..

No one to care if I never return. I just need to get through it first and then it's the start of a whole new existence for me.

On the day Mom transfers the house to my younger brother, Elio Campbell, I'm busy paying off his fourth credit card. "You're his older sister. It's your duty to take care of your younger brother. The house may be in his name, but you'll always have a room here," she reminds me. However, later on, my sister-in-law, Bonnie Smith, transforms that room into a nursery without even consulting me. At the ripe old age of 38, I'm single, homeless, and have no savings. Mom tells me, "Your brother's second child is starting kindergarten soon. Why don't you help out with the tuition? It's not like you have much to spend your money on anyway." I chip in because I still care about my family. I'm d

“Small. Fierce. Alive.” He held me tighter. “I can’t wait to hear it myself.” That night, while he read in bed, I pulled out my journal and wrote my first letter to the baby. Little one, You don’t know me yet. You don’t know the quiet battles I’ve fought. But I know you. I feel you already. And I want you to know this world wasn’t always kind to me—but I will make sure it is to you. You’re the beginning of everything.