As I Lay Dying Novels & Stories

"Obim please don't die on me o. I don't want to do again please wake up! I can't live this life without you, I want to die with you... " So Ify loves me like this. I felt like getting up, hug her and ki-ss her but no! I have to keep to the plan, I can't risk it. After a minute, I decided to get so as not to give her high BP. I stood up, she started saying thank you Jesus, waving her hands to heaven

Collapsed next to it, head on the edge of the mattress near her hand. "Lyra." He said it into the blanket. "Lyra wake up please I can't do this alone." Lyra didn't move. Didn't wake. Just kept that death breathing. "I buried her." Aziel's voice muffled by the blanket. "I buried Kira and I couldn't—I couldn't even say goodbye right because I don't know what to say." Lyra's fingers twitched. Just barely. Aziel didn't notice. "The other one's dying too." He kept talking to her unconscious face. "Vera's dying and I can't help her, can't even look at her without seeing Kira and I don't know what to do."

“I'm terminally ill, Hayes. I have Aplastic Anemia and those pills you saw me take were just my medications." “I'm dying, Hayes."

I said, "In my next life, please give me someone who truly loves me." A flash of white light, and I vanished from the hall. I could almost hear the Lord of the Underworld’s voice as I faded away. "Granted!"

I persist, standing up, trying to control my irritation. He lowers his head, his hands tied in front of him politely. “He’s dead, Alpha Layla,” Eddie admits. My heart skips a beat. “Dead? How?” I ask, shocked. Eddie looks uneasy. “I’m afraid I can’t say much, but Alpha Quade gave the order-”

he urged, his voice cracking with a heartache that mirrored my own. I shook my head, tears finally breaking free as I looked at him. "It's okay," I murmured, my voice soft and resigned. Each word felt weighted with finality. "I love you, Rykor." My body slumped to the floor, the pain surging through me too much to bear. I knew this was it, and as I lay there listening to the chosen around me, my eyes fixated on the ceiling before me. I had played my death out in my mind a million times before that. When the time came, I would lay under the moon, letting its light bath me as I drifted away. This was not what I had dreamed, and as I lay there ready to die, my heart begged for me to hang on to

“I stopped caring about whispers the day I buried my husband. The world doesn’t get a say in how we survive it.” Laya looked down at her hands and thought of Kyle again, the machines, the quiet beep of his heart monitor, the way he squeezed her fingers in the night when he was lucid enough to know she was there. She thought of John, his voice, his final wishes, and she thought of herself, alone, sinking deeper each day, trying to save everyone with nothing but air in her lungs. This felt like air or something close enough, a lifeline wrapped in thorns. She cleared her throat. Her voice was low. “Tell me exactly what it entails. No fluff. No ambiguity.”

I commanded. “Go. Go.” “No!” I screamed until I felt my body begin to sway. Swaying downhill like gravity had returned. The silence deafened, and so was the heavy feeling that pressed on my chest. My eyes snapped open, my chest rising and falling heavily. “I am dead. I am dead.” “No, you're not.” I turned to the voice. Azira lay at my side, eyes frantic, looking over me like a mother hawk. “I am not?” “Yes.”

he asked as he took a bite of the chocolate. I nod my head and took my glasses off. “The half of it.” He pat my head and smiled. “ Now, get some sleep.” “No.” I said, pouting my lips and raising my eyebrows. “ I'm waiting for the dawn.” He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his reading, but now he's sitting on the floor beside me while I sat on my chair. “I read in the first chapter here that depression is a side effect of dying.” I kept on concentrating on the screen to check the mistakes of the drafts, the misspellings, and the grammatical errors, mostly.

"Pause nothing! My daughter is missing—five days now! She's never suffered a day in her life. Move Claire to the backup room immediately and begin the third extraction!" Father's fury silenced him. The doctor barked orders to two assistants, who hauled me from the cold metal chair. As they half-carried me down the hallway, my consciousness spiraled into blackness. Icy water seemed to rise around me. I screamed, "Help me!" but no sound escaped. Each breath became a struggle. The last thing I heard was the slam of the backup room door, then fading footsteps. As life slipped away, I found myself utterly alone, accompanied by nothing but the endless darkness. It felt just like—death.