13 Reasons Why List Novels & Stories

She continued coldly, "Do you know what Yuna said when I asked her what her biggest wish was? She told me that as long as she could divorce you and completely disappear from your life, she'd be satisfied." Chester's eyes widened in disbelief when he heard this. Vivi's eyes were filled with hatred and ridicule. "Haven't you always considered yourself an amazing person, Mr. Ford? Tell me why exactly she said that then." Chester simply felt a splitting headache coming on. A chill spread throughout his body, reaching down to his bone marrow. He couldn't stop himself from shaking. I had asked him on more than one occasion, "If you hate me, Chester, then why did you marry me back then?"

I couldn’t help but wonder if the tension had something to do with what Thomas said. I cleared my mind and focused on why I pulled the notebook out of my bag in the first place. Unfolding my list, I picked up my pen and wrote Severide’s name at the top of the page. Severide: #3. Share my deepest darkest secret with. #12. Visit a zoo #27. Have sex in a car. ​I turned the page after rereading the things to make sure that it was everything. ​Kieran: #1. Get over my fear of bikes.

I left again. I came back two hours after that. I had a list. I had written it out on a piece of paper because I wanted him to see how many reasons there were, how unreasonable he was being, how this was not protection anymore but control. I read him the list. He listened to every single item. He nodded at the end. He said, "That's a good list." "Then let me out." "No." I crumpled the list and threw it at him. It bounced off his shoulder and landed on the floor. He didn't even blink.

Fifteen days until my wedding. Fifteen days until freedom. “I’ll join,” I cut in, voice steadier than I felt. “No compromises. Full protocol.” “But your honeymoon—” “Schedule me for the 10th.” Silence. Then a soft click as Emily hung up, too tactful to ask why I’d chosen my wedding day. I traced the calendar’s red ring. Fifteen days to grieve twenty years of love. Fifteen days until I vanished into a lab—and Dominic Pearson became a ghost.

“But I want to know why, I want to know why my blood is the only thing that can heal you. I want to know why your blood can heal me too. I have questions, questions that needs answers.” “The more you know, Mariah, the more you would be troubled.” “Then trouble me. I want to be troubled. I want to know everything; I want to know the reason I have to die. I want to know the main you reason you have to kill me and not just because my blood can heal you. I want to know why it can do that. Unless you just go around killing women with the excuse that their blood can heal you.” “I do not kill without a reason, Mariah. I will never lay a finger on someone if t’s not necessary. I do not enjoy killing

I whispered in a dangerous low voice, a cruel laughter leaving my throat as her body trembled. I turned away, stepping out of the car with a stoic expression. She sat there like some furniture, the shock of my words still traumatizing her. After Luca, she was the next on my death list and no, I had no reason for wanting her dead other than the fact that she was trying too hard. People believe you need to have a strong reason to take a person’s life, but I didn’t share the same belief as they did. I could wake up and kill whoever I hated.

Jayden shouted, "What?! How could Lily commit suicide? Wasn't she pregnant? It must be you! You drove Lily to her death! You think winning 80 million dollars gives you the right to treat people's lives like trash? Zendaya, you're heartless. Aren't you afraid Lily' will come back to haunt you?" Jayden's voice dripped with accusation. As my husband, he did not bother asking how I was doing first. Instead, without knowing any of the facts, he immediately blamed everything on me.

Ryan paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "I can offer more money. Is one million dollars enough?" I sighed. My voice was calm as I replied, "Ryan, we're not from the same world. Let's not contact each other anymore." "I can make it two million dollars," Ryan quickly said. "I already lost nine years of freedom. I'm not spending the rest of my life tied to you." My refusal lit his fuse instantly. "Daisy, don't be ungrateful! I'm asking you one last time. Are you—" I cut him off sharply, "I'm never going back to you! Bye!"

"Well the third reason is that I rarely if ever, get sick is because I am protected from most airborne illnesses" "I have to admit it's a good reason. Maybe I should start wearing a mask after all, especially since I work in the hospital and expose myself to all kinds of diseases" "The fourth reason is that it has become a kind of security blanket ... an extension of myself. I guess you could say it's the same reason some women don't leave home without lipstick ... I feel naked without it." "That reason I had already imagined and what is the fifth?" "The fifth reason is based on stupid superstition, and even though I know it's stupid superstition, I still can't completely shake it off"

“I want reasons.” He furrows a brow. “What?” “A list of reasons, right now,” she demands. “Three actual, plausible, good reasons on why you thought this was a good idea.” “Well, for starters, who's to say I didn’t just miss my favorite sister?” “Unacceptable,” Leona denies, a roll of her eyes as she calls the man a fake. “We both know you’re just trying to kiss ass with that one. Next!” Blaze sighs. “I was worried-“