I Was Born For This Novel Novels & Stories

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.

She had to put this matter to rest and free herself from the burden that had been weighing on her. Gathering her resolve, Ayleen continued, "I was thinking about a lot of things, especially some of the characters in my novel." "Huh? What do you mean?" Liam asked, his brows knitting together in confusion. Ayleen scratched her ear as she searched for words that would sound convincing. "You already know I want to become a writer. At the time, I was thinking about the plot of my novel. I was imagining a male lead with a terrifying personality." She paused, carefully choosing a safer way to continue.

I held both novels in my hands as I thought about my recent incident with that rude lady. “Is this fate?” I asked myself. “Do I really deserve a new beginning? Is this what the moon goddess has install for me? Maybe I wasn’t the one offered a new beginning. Perhaps I was granted a new beginning because I had just given birth and my child doesn’t deserve to suffer for my sins. If it wasn’t for him, I’m sure I would’ve been punished by the moon goddess for all my sins. Maybe my life is just like this sad novel. A tragic ending…is how my life would end. I should quit trying so hard to find happiness.”

"But I could say it to Lucien." The thought flashes through me. Quick, violent, terrifyingly easy. Snap her neck. Push her down the stairs. Make it look like an accident. My fingers twitch, but then... I stop. I've been running my whole life. Hiding. Surviving. I'm tired of being scared. I cross the room and sit down heavily on the chair opposite her. "You want the truth?" I ask flatly. "Then listen." "I was born a mistake," I say flatly. "A maid's child. Illegitimate. Untouchable, but never protected."

In this life, I welcomed my true rebirth. In this broken new world, I, Melanie Anderson, would live only for myself and live the life that belonged to me.

"You are not a design." A pause. "You are not a weapon." Another pause. "You are existence choosing to survive." The words settled over the city. Heavy. Beautiful. Terrifying. Nova felt tears forming. Because for the first time, she understood. She wasn't created by the Architects. She wasn't created by Origin. She wasn't created by the Silences. She was born from choice itself. From possibility. From existence refusing to surrender. Origin stood. The sky above them darkened slightly. The golden fracture remained.

As for me, I had never even been told where my mother was buried. For years I believed my mother had died giving birth to me, and that I deserved every scrap of coldness that followed. Then the earthquake came. Elena pushed me off the third floor, leaned down near my ear, and whispered that a girl who had killed her own mother deserved to die dirty. Nicolo caught me before I hit the ground.

During the adoption in my last life, my younger sister, Regina Capasso, was the first to choose the mafia Don. But three years later, she was kicked out of the family and tragically died on the streets. Meanwhile, I rose to fame in the AI industry, married my adoptive brother, Dario Bivona, and lived a happy life. Now, given a second chance, Regina jumped right into Dario's arms. It turned out that she was also reborn.

The bakery was a family business, so us kids helped out. My parents did not know where I came from, or why I was left by the tree. I was born with two bumps on my forehead. They were like little knots, the color blue like a bruise. Sitting next to me on the ground was a letter with just one word on it. “Layla.” My parents did not know it yet, but they would regret bringing me home. My existence was a blunder on their life's. I did not know it yet, but I was a target. I had powers unknown to me, and was to rule a world I was not prepared for.

I was no longer the bleeding, begging omega on the marble floor. I was Seraphina Voss , reborn, armed with beauty and vengeance, sitting at the very heart of the empire that had tried to erase me and I was just getting started.