I Was Born For This Novel Novels & Stories

The gem would create a unique being. Not born. Made. My mouth felt dry. My chest felt tight. “Wait,” I said, my voice cracking before I could stop it. “The sac… is that the thing I was born from or what.” Every eye turned to me. I pushed myself up slightly, ignoring the way weakness still tugged at my limbs. “Because I was born by a man,” I continued, the words tasting unreal even now. “That alone was already crazy enough to live with. And my dada told my twin and I growing up that he was experimented on. If his body was altered to carry that thing so I could exist.”

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

Tears pricked hot behind his eyes, not from fear alone, but from the bone-deep ache of it all: the girl he'd watched enter the world now building his own, the circle closing in a way that stole his breath. Love like this? It wasn’t fireworks or grand gestures, it was this, the raw, gut-punch wait, holding your heart outside your chest and begging the universe to hand it back whole. Come on, Mia. You’ve got this. We’ve got this. And in that endless stretch of fluorescent hum and held breath, he made up his mind that Mia’s story would be different from her mom’s . Just as the weight of anxiety threatened to crush him, a single sound broke through, the sharp, beautiful cry of a newborn echoing

On the cover was the word, “Bitten” Raven opened the book and felt a surge of power. The pages looked empty at first but a flash of light lit up behind every word as they appeared. This book had been enchanted. “This is from your father’s library. It contains the tale of the child born of the Bitten and the Born.”

Marcus will never be able to touch me again. I hate the thought of leaving Isla Martago, it's the only place I’ve ever been until now. The world has such beautiful places to explore. If I marry Nikolai, maybe he’ll take me on a honeymoon to Greece or Spain, some amazing place somewhere far away from the island, a place with white beaches and crystal clear water. Anyplace really the farthest from here the better and leave the ghost of my past that follows me around like a shadow. It's a constant reminder.

The cold hit my face the second I stepped outside, sharp and clean. I stood there for a long moment, letting it wash over me. Why… Why now? Why her? What did I ever do to deserve this curse? Why was I born a wolf that couldn’t die but couldn’t live either? And now she comes along… making me feel things I swore I’d never let myself feel again. Hope. Want. It was dangerous. Because the moment I started wanting to live… I knew my time would run out. The moon was high and full tonight. My claws itched under my skin, begging to come out.

Novel's POV I never thought there would be a day where I would finally know the truth about myself. When I changed my name from Novel Rossi to Novel Hart, I never talked about my parents because I had no memory of them. I even thought they had abandoned me. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness knowing I once had a twin.

The neighborhood was quaint and half-sketchy. “Welcome to the best bookstore in the city.” Shayla swept a dramatic arm at the building and grinned at my stunned expression. “How have I never heard of this place before?” My heart raced as my mind was filled with endless prospects of what laid beyond the white wood door. Discovering a new bookstore was like discovering a new type of precious gem : exhilarating, wondrous, and a touch surreal. “I was born here. I spent My entire teenage years here!”

Behind me, Rome stayed near the entrance, watching quietly. “Do you like this one?” he suddenly asked. I turned slightly. He was pointing toward a specific book resting on one of the nearby shelves. I stepped closer and pulled it out carefully. My eyes widened slightly when I read the title. It was a novel written by Sun the Morning. A love story about the moon and the sun. A quiet memory surfaced inside my mind. I had read this before in my past life. The story had stayed with me for years because of how bittersweet and beautiful it had been.

There was cobweb all around; everything looked so abandoned. The tears I have been holding for so long fell down my face. I collapsed on the dusty floor, holding my chest as I cried out. I always wondered, Why was I ever born? If I almost killed my mother when she wanted to have me, like they said, why didn’t they just kill me? Why keep the worthless girl that nobody wants? I have never received love in my life; my mother never braided my hair; my father never carried me on his shoulders running around; I was never given any gifts or ever celebrated any birthday.