As I Lay Dying Audiobook Novels & Stories

“And people are healing because your healing potions still work. Please, let us just enjoy the time we have left. You have a baby to prepare for.” Diedre had tears in her eyes when she looked back at him. “Mark her,” she hissed. “She’s the answer.” “No, Diedre. I’m going to die. You’ve tried everything, and you have my eternal gratitude and respect. But it’s time you accepted—” The door opened with so much force that it slammed against the wall. And the last person he had wanted to listen in on that conversation walked in. “What do you mean you’re going to die?” Dylan growled.

I cried “I know baby, I’m sorry” his hand is patting my hair but it’s not helping I felt like dying I felt explosions in my head and my body starts to feel limp I felt a dizzy cloudy haze and I started to succumb to it. I could not scream. “Sleep” I hear Caine’s voice one last time before I fade into oblivion I pass out as soon as his resonating voice ends. ***** I was lying in bed now, in the arms of Caine.

He takes a deep breath and disappointedly fumes. “Such a pain. Just what is it this time?” Knowing everything as this kind of call is a summon from him. He took the book and into his hands he read the title. “Death Reincarnate.” Remembering and quiet is the expert of such two lingering words, HIS voice echoes bringing him somewhat back into that day with HIS words that ring.

I can’t breathe. Everything is wrong. My chest?! Oh God, it burns. It BURNS SO BAD. My hands are shaking, covered in blood and I don’t even remember falling but I’m on the ground and….. “Stay with me!” Dominic’s voice. Loud. Desperate. I try to answer him but nothing comes out except a broken sound. “I……” My throat closes. I can’t breathe. I’m dying. That thought lands so quietly it almost feels calm.

he then quickly got up and ran off in the direction the others went. laying on the ground I could feel my blood escaping its vessel as it poured out. The sharp pain I felt soon turned to a dulling ache as dizziness started to take over. i could feel my pulse weakening, my heart rate becoming rapid. At some point it sounded like voices were calling out to me but i couldn't tell, my thoughts were all jumbled. As my breathing became more shallow i knew this was it, my time had come. Surprisingly the only person I could think about was Alessandro, his face kept on flashing in my mind and as I closed my eyes taking my last breath I could see him kneeling over me, he looked so real as if he was re

THUD! I fell to the ground, a searing pain coursing through my bones. I heard footsteps tapping against the floor as they drew closer to where I lay. Warm liquid flowed beneath my head. I didn't want to stand up. I couldn't. The last thing I heard before completely blacking out was— "Is she dead?" "Heard she was running because she stole a book and was being chased." "She deserves it." "Poor her." "What a disgraceful way to die." "Ahh..." I groaned, rubbing my head that was sure to be cracked open.

It was only at this moment—when she was completely isolated and helpless—that she finally realized just how incredibly good I had been to her. Bianca penned a long, rambling suicide note to me, filled with apologies and repentance. Then, she leaped off a bridge, bringing her life to an end.

"Can I open the door...?" "If you want to know me—" "What?! What are you doing? What happened?!" I run toward her and tried to prevent her from killing herself! "This is the day that I will vanish. For my last word, Please. Help me, Sava is in danger. Driana is dead. She's is dead. Driana is gone. She is gone. Driana."

I watched them walk away without a backward glance. It felt like a giant fist was squeezing my heart, stealing my breath. When a coworker found me 10 minutes later, I was out cold. It turned out my old lung injury had flared up something fierce. I needed surgery quickly. They needed a family member to sign off on it, and Yvonne's phone only picked up after five tries. However, it was Wade who answered, "Sorry, she can't come to the phone."

Over the three days I'd been in the ICU, Blaire had sent me dozens of messages. Blaire: [Jim, please, just five thousand dollars. You can't let Dustin, who's dying of a terminal illness, get kicked out of the hospital and left to die, can you?] Blaire: [I admit I said a lot of cruel things on the phone last time. If you're willing to lend Dustin the money, I'll apologize.] When I didn't respond, her tone turned vicious. Blaire: [Jim, remember what you said when you got down on one knee? That you'd treat me well for life and never let me suffer? What a joke. Your word is worthless. I regret marrying you more every day.]