My Little Life Novels & Stories

She’d let the chaos simmer around her but hadn’t let it touch her. Ophelia placed a mug of tea in her hands. “You’re officially a legend now.” Mira snorted softly. “Legends don’t get grounded for life.” “They also don’t get a second chance,” Carl said from the desk, spinning a pen between his fingers. “Do I have one?” Mira asked. “A second chance?” Carl looked at her. “You rewrote your own existence. You’re literally rebooted. You’ve got a whole new version.”

The judge said that it was too small of a request. Little did he know that it was the only thing that I wanted the most in my previous life. I did not wish for a wealthy and powerful family. I only wished that my parents would be responsible for me. I wished that they would love me. When I opened my eyes once more, I came face-to-face with a tender gaze. At that moment, I knew my new life had started. I no longer had any memories. I only knew that my name was Mila Turner. I was a cute little girl.

She is my life and I am no one without her. * * * This chapter made me cry a little bit. Word count: 1413

(Paige's POV) I loved the kind of life I was living right now. Hoping from one town to the next, living life to the fullest without having to worry about much. It was my dream life. It would have been great if I could use my magic to make life even easier but the people I was with would never let me live that down. I could still see them judging me for killing that old man, as if I didn’t just save our lives. I hated living in that small village in the middle of nowhere, where nothing really happened. We lived there for years and the only major thing that happened was Celina and Landon’s little love issues, and that wasn’t that interesting either.

She walked to me "We're the 7 Gold Lifes Olivia , our lifes is far from ordinary. Just like you but in a different way" 7 Gold Lifes?

Still thinks he has it. But she didn’t flinch. Not this time. Instead, she reached for the small photo clipped inside her wallet. Lila. Six years old. Painted nails. Gummy smile. A gap where her two front teeth had once been. Wrapped in her favorite fuzzy blue blanket. Looking right at the camera like she owned joy. Her reason. Her fire. Her anchor. Her little hummingbird.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

You must have died too so the bad luck to the wolves would be gone! That was all the people were shouting at and I want to roll my eyes because what is the connection of the bad faith of them through the little girl like Lyca. When you look at the little girl she was so innocent she couldn't even look straight to everyone she was wearing the only hoodie and covering her face and every time that My eyes closed and I open it again The scene of the little girl being bullied by everyone is over and over again And I don't know what is happening but the little girl was is slowly Growing up but still, I can see that her life is so miserable even though that she has her auntie That was not changed t

“Grandma, I’m going to the market. Do you need something?” I called as I rushed towards the front door. “No sweetie, but do bring the stuff we need for the movie,” she shouted from the kitchen. My name is Lily Lodge. I’m 18 years old. People best describe me as a sweet yet strong girl. Maybe that’s because my parents passed away in a car accident when I was 8. My Grandma, who’s 63, took me in and took care of me. I’m grateful to her. We live in a small town, Montona.

I was the complete opposite of a saint back then. But this is Allie we're talking about here. Allie is just eighteen and also a girl. She can remain just innocent until she grows a lot more, hopefully. "Whoa. You know I'm underaged?" Allie asked, doubts and skepticism clouding her voice. "Of course I do. You're eighteen years old, Al."