Novel & Cerita As I Lay Dying Audiobook

“If you don’t want something terrible to…..” “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Alina cut in sharply, her emotions beginning to rise. “Please, just leave me alone!” “You need to listen to me,” Liora pressed, taking a small step forward. “No!” Alina cried out, her voice cracking. “You don’t know what it feels like to be told you only have months to live! You don’t know what it’s like to count every single day, wondering when it will be your last!”

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing. In the courtyard below, children laughed and ran around. Elderly residents strolled leisurely. Life flowed on in its most ordinary and solid form. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. The three months after Arya's death, which had been full of her family's scheming, were like a long, oppressive nightmare. Thankfully, I had woken up. Wounds would scab over, pain would fade, and the lessons I learned would stay with me, making me stronger and wiser going forward. Night fell, and the city lights came on. I went back inside and turned on the lights. Warm illumination instantly filled the ent

Father and Mother followed him to the basement door. Leo pushed it open. A rush of frigid metallic air mixed with the stench of blood scorched by silver hit them. In the darkness,an unnaturally pale body lay in a pool of dried, blackened blood,its eyes not fully closed. Leo stopped short. “Bella…?”

Unfortunately, her realization came too late. That was her last thought as everything became blurry and her hearing started fading. Well, this is the only way she can be relieved of this pain. “Her vitals are dropping so fast. She's dying, doctor….” That was the last faint voice she heard before darkness clouded her. ...... Note, the name Natalie is the same as Natasha in this book

I sat down outside Sophia's ward. The monitors still beeped. But the beeps were fading. Slowly. Like her lungs were preparing to shut down. I bit the inside of my cheek and hugged my arms tighter. That's it. I tried. I had tried it all. Burned all the bridges and set ablaze my dignity. And still, she was dying. My thoughts circled back to Lucas. That crisply dressed, charming man with a sprinkle of arrogance who had stepped in when I didn't ask him to.

Maybe days. The Absolute knows. I can feel it watching. Waiting. Patient. Knowing my dying moment approaches. Knowing desperation comes. Knowing immunity fails when death is imminent. Knowing it wins. Soon. Finally. Inevitably. "You look tired." Kai says. This morning's Kai. Who chose me. Who believes me. Who loves me. For today. Until midnight. Until forgetting. "Are you okay?" "I'm dying." I tell him. No point hiding it. "The daily stress. The constant battles. The years of suffering. It's killing me. Faster than normal aging. Faster than it should. I'm dying. Soon."

I hit rock— Hard— Then roll again until I stop. Broken. Twisted. Still. Silence. Heavy. Crushing. I lie there. Unable to move. Unable to breathe properly. “Pathetic.” The voice slithers through the air. Cold. Familiar. Not mine. Never mine. But always there. I close my eyes. “I didn’t lose,” I rasp. “You fell.” “I slipped.” “You failed.” My fingers twitch. Barely. But enough. “I’m not dead.” A soft laugh. Dark.

Laughing until our sides hurt. Waking up next to him every morning. A future. A life. A forever with him by my side. “How did it come to this?” I choked out, slamming a fist weakly against the floor. “How the hell am I alone in a supply closet—dying?! At twenty-fucking-five?!” My voice cracked into a scream. “I don’t want to die!” I curled in on myself. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t—”

Liam POV The room felt quieter than before. Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The heavy kind. The kind that settles after a truth has been spoken—one that cannot be taken back. I stared at her. Celyne. Her words still echoed in my head like something unreal. I’m dying. My fingers tightened slightly at my sides. “No,” I said immediately, shaking my head. “No… you can’t just say something like that.” She didn’t respond. Didn’t argue.

The pavement beneath her feet tilted strangely as the world began to spin. “No—” she tried again, but the word came out as nothing more than a breath. The grip on her tightened. “She’s going under,” another voice muttered. “Good.” The darkness grew heavier. Layla’s head fell forward slightly as the last bit of strength drained from her limbs. The last thing she heard before everything went dark was a voice whispering close to her ear. “Got you.”