Because This Is My First Life Review Mga Nobela at Kwento

I think I must be losing my mind because her eyes look accusatory when I look at her long enough. I didn’t recognize the number, but the message had me sitting up in bed with a start. ‘Did you know that your wife killed your first life? Maybe you should have a talk with your housekeeper, the old one.’ I read and reread it countless times, trying to make sense of it. There was a loud humming sound in my ear, and I thought I would pass out from the raw emotions I felt.

He looked exactly as he did now. But he was smiling. I walked closer. What is this? Your first life. I watched myself hold a newborn baby. My daughter. I began crying. She was beautiful. Cassian placed his hand on my shoulder. We did it. I smiled. No. We began it. The memory shifted. The sky became dark. The Ancestors descended. The First King appeared. The Creator appeared. Everyone wanted the child. I watched myself make a decision. I gave the baby to the First Life.

he asked, his voice calm but laced with a quiet demand. I sucked in a shaky breath, my mind racing. How could I possibly explain this? My fingers trembled in his, and I pulled my hand away to clasp them in my lap, as if holding onto myself would steady my nerves. “This is… this is my second life,” I finally said, the words tasting foreign on my tongue even after all this time. His brows furrowed, and I could see the questions forming in his eyes. “your Second life?” I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes, I died, Dante. In my past life, I… I didn’t make it past the next two years. But then the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance—a chance to come back, to change what happened.”

There’s no going back now. I head out of the shower, my towel wrapped loosely around my breasts. My hair is still soaking wet as I wipe off the fog from the bathroom mirror. I stare at my reflection but I don’t recognize who’s staring back. I blink once. Twice. To be sure it’s not a dream. It isn’t. My new reality is that I’ve taken a life, and I have to live with it for the rest of my life.It’s just for the meantime. I sniffle. It’ll pass eventually. ***

In my first life, I had died believing love was a trap. In this one, I realized it was a choice. “Yes,” I whispered. Then louder, steadier, “Yes.” He pulled me into his arms, holding me like he was afraid the world might still try to steal me away. For the first time since my rebirth, I wasn’t looking over my shoulder. Yet somewhere deep in my chest a faint unease stirred. Because I knew better than anyone else. A second life didn’t mean the universe was done collecting its debts. As the sun fully rose over the city, my phone vibrated on the counter behind us.

I had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in my head, but now that it was here, the words felt like shards in my throat. “I’m not… who you think I am,” I began slowly. “Or rather, I am, but I’ve… lived this life before.” His brow furrowed, but he didn’t interrupt. “I died once,” I said, the words heavier than I expected. “And I was given… another chance. A rebirth. Same body. Same world. But a different path. That’s why I know things I shouldn’t. That’s why I make choices that don’t make sense to you.”

I asked, watching as the space around us turns clear, with only a slight fog. "I just want to say that this; giving you a chance to come back to life was one of the greatest decisions I've made. Not only have you gone off the rails, you also have managed to carve your own source of happiness." I said nothing, as out of nowhere, he began to float, laying back with his arms down to his sides, the scythe keeping him balanced. "But I know you have something up your sleeve. So please, make it worth my while." he said, as a skeletal version of himself walked out from him and disappeared.

It was a new chapter of my life. （THE END）

I was proud of myself because I was actually trying to live for myself. Seyifunmi told me to stop giving Damilayo so much Potence over me and that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm living for me because I am not that Scared Fifteen years old. I am not her. A/N: I normally preview the chapters twice before publishing but I only went through this once so My Apologies for any Grammatical error that I may have missed. I hope y'all are enjoying this book. Please Please please, give me an Honest review thank you!

I should cry, I should feel bad for taking a life, my hands are not acquitted anymore. I killed someone to death. I… I… And I enjoyed it. I'm laughing like it was the best day of my life. Maybe I have turned it off… my senses to feel remorse. Maybe its for the best, I have a reason to live, I will never forget it. ME: This may be the first time, but it won’t be the last, I need your help. I texted him again as I went home, a pure home where Phoenix is.