Books With Suicide Novels & Stories

IMPORTANT. PLEASE READ I thought I should put this warning up so you guys know what you're getting into. This book is a bit dark so there will be themes of murder, assault, off-screen sexual assault (which means it will be mentioned but not described), suicide, and drug overdose. There might be others I forgot to mention so please, if you're not comfortable with reading those themes, it would be best to not proceed. I tend to keep my mafia books light but this one will be different.

she said. I looked down at the veritable mountain of books. The titles ranged from “Disorders of the Mind: Wolf Psychosis and Beyond” to “Hidden Illnesses and Ways to Find Them”. I had already read several of them, but rereading them wouldn’t hurt. “Thanks.” I shoved the last bite of my second sandwich into my mouth, washed it down with the rest of my coffee, then hopped down from the filing cabinet and gathered everything up. “I’ll get started right away.”

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he says. "There's another one about a woman who left her husband because reading my book made her understand she wasn't obligated to stay. There's a letter from a therapist who is using my book in her practice. There's a letter from someone who was suicidal three weeks ago and says that reading chapter seven saved her life." He sits down beside me. Takes the letters gently from my hands. Sets them on the desk. "You need to sleep," he says. "I need to respond to all of them."

I flipped open the pages of the book, and some words were underlined in red ink, like the dedication page. Help. Live. Die. It went on till the end of the book. I checked other books, and similar words were underlined in red ink. Save. Love. Torture. I rested against the shelf, trying to merge what I'm reading with what I've read. My brain interpreted that she died by suicide and depression. I didn't know what could have triggered it. I checked my watch. Shit. It was almost time for Chiara, to return. I was so engrossed in checking the books. I bent down to the lowest compartment as I saw a stack of papers layered on top of each other. They were old and dusty.

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

I couldn't help but giggle at his expense, but at the same time, I didn't want to be blamed for anyone's death. "Okay, I'm sorry. Please don't cancel my admission," I said, feeling defeated. He let out a sigh of relief. "Only on one condition," he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. "And what is that?" "You see that bookshelf over there?" he pointed to the corner of his office. I turned to look at the bookshelf, and sure enough, the books were scattered. "What do you want me to do there?" I asked. "Well, you're going to arrange it, and it must be according to their titles," he said, clearly enjoying himself.

Some canvases were broken, as if in frustration. Next, I visited the library. Many of the books were old and hopelessly confusing. Most incomprehensible of all were the ritual books, which made up the bulk of his library. There were only a few novels, and judging by the dust, they hadn’t been touched in years. Evidently, Salem was not the sort of man who read for pleasure.

her eyes widened, waiting for me to continue, “My grandfather kept everything she’d left behind there in this black trunk. I knew the story and figured there might be something helpful inside. I’d heard of it, but never in a million years did I think she’d have the actual book.” “Were there other demons to choose from inside?” Lilliana’s question forced a smile upon my face as I thought back to the day I’d found that book. I had no fucking idea what I was doing, but it was as if the book was speaking to me. I’d wheeled myself to the storage room after another failed suicide attempt. “Don’t you dare fucking do this to me again,” Cade growled in my head, “Roll your ass back to the room.”

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon