His Second Death Is My First Breath Novels & Stories

"To me... breath of life." My clear, white eyes began to shine under the moonlight, as my black hair blew in the wind that picked up around us. I lowered my lips back onto his. He screamed in a muffled voice against my lips. He fought hard against my roots. I dragged my lips from his, pulling with me the oxygen that filled his lungs. I looked at him and his eyes held nothing but fear. I blew out the excess air the filled my lungs up into the air. When I looked back down, Frank was dead, nothing but fear still showing in his eyes. "What... the... fuck??"

The plate opposite him was soon filled with food, but I did not take a bite. The smile on Connor's lips gradually faded, and he stuffed food into his mouth randomly until he choked and coughed continuously. At the end of his coughing, his vision was blurred as his face was covered with tears. He roared, "Clarisse, Clarisse, I'm sorry! I love you... I heard that people become ghosts after death. You should come back to see or claim my life! Don't hide. I know you're here. Show up and let me take a look... I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

The door slowly opened, and in the cold, sterile air, my lifeless body lay there, devoid of warmth or breath. Leisha covered her mouth and began to sob, though I couldn't tell if she was mourning or lamenting the sudden loss of her promised kidney. My mother, on the other hand, examined my corpse like a curious onlooker inspecting a strange object. "So, this is your so-called confirmed death?" she asked, her voice still laced with challenge and disbelief. The staff waited in silence for her reaction. To everyone’s shock, all she gave was a contemptuous laugh. "Ha! She’s putting on a good show.”

“No! No! No! You can't do this to me! The whole world will know! You will not get away with killing me!” “But at least you'll be dead, right?” His eyes widened as he started thrashing around on the floor and calling for help. “Help!” “Say hello to my late wife, would you?Tell her I'm soo much happier without her”. BANG! And he was dead. Three down, three to go. “You know what to do”. I said to Franco. He nodded as I left the house and went right back to mine. Right from the first step into the house, I could tell that something was off.

I could feel it. The beat of my heart—slow at first, then steady, as if it had paused to remember its purpose. Air rushed into my lungs, sharp and cold, sliding through my nose like a knife of light. The first breath was jagged. The next was smoother. And with it came life. The last thing I remembered was stillness. Silence. A crushing dark that swallowed me whole. I thought I had died. But I was breathing now. And that meant something.

I could see it all now, both deaths playing out in my mind like a nightmare I couldn't escape. The first time: I'd begged Anderson at the altar, humiliated myself in front of everyone, married him anyway. That night, Luna and Selene came. I died confused, not understanding why anyone would want anything from someone as worthless as me. The second time: I'd begged again, been stupid enough to marry again but when they came that night, I'd remember and fought back. Unfortunately it wasn't enough as I died screaming, begging to understand why this kept happening. Now I am back for the third time.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

“It’s so hot, and this is an outdoor party. She’s suffering from heatstroke, yet she lies on the ground and continues to pretend. A cold drink will fix her right up!” Suddenly, I felt like I was about to die. My heart pounded violently, and my shoulders started shaking. I gasped for air, but nothing reached my lungs. My throat let out harsh, ragged breaths. The guests saw that something was wrong with me and stepped back in fear. “She… she’s not actually dying, is she?” Ethan’s eyes widened. His whole body trembled as he froze in place.

"I’ve died three times. Do you think that was easy for me? "Every time I restarted, I also held onto the thought that maybe this time would be different. I walked the same path again without hesitation. But over and over, it all ended the same way. Do you understand what that feels like? "By the third time, I was already ready to give up. I really wanted to just die and be done with it. Why did I have to come back again? "Sloane, I actually admire you. Standing at the beginning, knowing the ending is certain death, then reaching the end and looking back… Don’t you feel despair? No matter how hard you try, nothing changes."

I raised the statute as if to smash it. She shouted to stop me. "I'll tell you!" She looked at me and smiled with a wicked curl to her lips. "Everyone always said you were born cursed. Just like that psychic said, you'd be the one to ruin me and keep me from what was rightfully mine. Even after they sent you away, I was still terrified. You not being dead is my nightmare every single night."