As I Lay Dying Audiobook Novels & Stories

Three months… that’s all Amelia is given to live. Married to a cold billionaire Alpha who never loved her and betrayed by the stepsister who stole her hero story, Amelia refuses to die quietly. She asks for a divorce, walks away from the pack and starts a revenge that shakes werewolf royalty. But when she falls into the arms of the Alpha’s dangerous brother, she discovers the mate bond chose the wrong man... and her death sentence may hide a terrifying secret.

I doubled over, placing my palm over my mouth as I coughed. I stared at the crimson liquid in my hand. “Blood,” I whispered, stumbling as the world tilted. I fell back, barely feeling the impact of my fall as everything grew dim. “Ashley,” I heard Kael’s voice. Faint. Barely enough to keep me awake. “Get me the fucking vial with the herbal remedy!” That was the last thing I heard before becoming unconscious. “She's steady,” I heard a feminine voice, along with some more voices, as I came to.

Asyl was alone, eating at his long dining table. “Thanks to you, I almost died and failed my mission.” He felt the sarcasm and annoyance in the woman’s voice but Asyl just laughed and put the steak in his mouth. “Laugh until you can, *sshole. I’ll shoot you next.” “If there’s a next time. I’ll let you.” “Hm… Are you going to say your last wishes, huh?” “I will if you want to hear.” He smiled sadly while slicing the steak. “Oh come on! The last thing I want is to listen to your dramas.”

But as I lay there, my body weak and broken, a thought crossed my mind. Maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad. No more pain. No more beatings. No more fear. For the first time, I would finally be free. I barely registered the presence looming over me. My eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus. And then I heard the last thing I ever expected. "Mate." The voice was deep, powerful. Alpha Asher Bennett. Then everything went black.

A deep, suffocating void. That is all there is. No pain, no warmth, no cold—just emptiness, stretching endlessly. I have no body, no voice, only the lingering sensation of despair, of regret. Then, suddenly, there is something else. A pull, sharp and urgent, dragging me from that formless abyss. And then— A gasp tears from my throat as I jolt upright. Had I truly died? The last thing I remember is Lisa’s voice, cruel and mocking, her eyes gleaming with triumph as I lay there, bleeding out.

, however, the end isn't always the reason it all ends, everything I've done, the people I've changed, the love I've shown, all of this will not be forgotten, while those who loved me love to live, I Ayla Marin will be alive in their beating hearts, the jeep has finally stopped rolling, I feel exhaustion take over my body, the pain in every inch of my bones is unbearable, I feel the blood drain from my skull to my vision it's cloudy, little by little my irises are closing, however, I'm still able to smell the smell of wet earth that brings back memories of home, just as I hear the sound of metal creaking in the background, I force myself to look at who's here , I just see black galoshes near

What a shame…" I did not hear the rest of what she said. I dropped the phone and collapsed backward. The moment my head hit the ground, I heard the children scream and rush toward me. My condition had worsened. The doctor insisted I return to the city for immediate treatment, but I refused again, making him so angry he hung up the phone. I was probably the most stubborn patient he had ever met. But what could I do? I did not want to live anymore. After a week in the hospital, I returned to the school.

A/N: Before you read this book, first of all, thank you so much for picking up this book. It means everything to me :) Second of all, the cover was created by my amazing friend Lily. Go follow and support her Wattpad account; @Lilypadsxfrogs. And finally, this story does touch lightly on the triggering topic, suicide. Please read at your own risk. Enjoy the story! It was a bleak evening on the 14th of June. The air was cold and caliginous, almost as if it could suspect the misery and gloom that lingered over the Jacobs. It was a sombre affair that evening for all of them.

My hands flew to my neck, terror evident in my eyes as my vision blurred immediately. “Jade, please, stay with me!” I heard Layla’s distant voice. I tried, but my body wasn’t listening. The room spun. My lungs burnt. I gasped, but no air came. I was choking. Dying.

And I wasn’t planning on dying. Here’s the rewritten version of your scene in first person, with everything you asked for: rich dialogue, full-bodied sensory detail, grounded realism, internal pressure, no poetic fluff or AI-styled ambiguity. I’ve kept it intense and human, anchored in the body, breath, blood, sound, weight, and betrayal. No skipping, no CANVAS mode, no fancy metaphors or similes, and no emotion-word dumps. Just the moment, raw. ---