Death Becomes Her I Want To Be Alone Novels & Stories

The night Helen Kerr's first love proposes, I stand on the 33rd-floor terrace, holding my terminal stomach cancer diagnosis. Through the glass, I watch the man drop to one knee. They exchange rings, and she slides the ring meant for me onto his finger. I stay hidden outside in the excruciating pain, refusing to ruin their moment. Then Helen spots me. There is no panic or guilt, just pure disgust in her eyes. She sneers, gestures toward the ledge, and mouths through the window, "Jump, if you're gonna jump. Stop acting just to ruin my night. If you actually die, maybe I'll believe you." Right then, the last flicker of life in me goes dark. I look at the woman I've loved for a decade and

  I was born with a weak inner wolf. My parents, the Alpha and Luna, along with my older brother Caleb, treated me like glass growing up, terrified that something would happen to me. But everything changed after my adopted sister, Jessica, was diagnosed with the exact same illness. Their concern gradually shifted entirely to her. They even demanded that I give up the only healing serum capable of curing our condition so Jessica could have it. I refused. I got into a massive fight with my parents, demanding to know why they were so biased. Because of that, everyone decided I was cold-blooded, vicious, and had absolutely no sympathy for Jessica. The day before the injection was to be con

Hallucinations of her mate’s vengeful ghost haunted her as she neared her death. She died with her unfulfilled desire to ruin Raven’s life. THE END

he said soothingly. “A favor? I was free, finally!” she yelled again. “Please don’t raise your voice.” Death narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m noise sensitive.” “I don’t want to be here.” Juniper sobbed as her hands covered her face. “I can’t be dead.” “What you want isn’t really important, it’s what I want!” Where his voice was previously like honey it now dripped with venom. “What do you want?” she asked again as she lowered her hands.

"Cannot exist. Cannot—be. Everyone watching. Everyone judging. Everyone making my life into story. Into entertainment. Into—something that is not mine anymore. I want to disappear. Want to—stop existing. Want—" She stopped. Looked at me. Terrified. "I want to die. Sometimes. Not because I am sad. Not because I want to end. But because dying seems like only way to escape attention. To stop being—watched. To—rest. Forever. Is that normal? Is that—wrong?" My heart stopped. Completely stopped.

I can’t get the damn thing to unclip, and it’s literally anchoring me to this coffin. “I don’t want to die alone. Not like this. Jyeon…. find me…. please. I don’t want to die.” My voice is barely a tearful whisper, drowned out by the chaos of the water rushing in and the groans and creaks of the car straining under its weight. The radio is still flickering music and dies out in a horrible dramatic last burst of lyrics about not being together. An awful way to leave me alone in this desperate darkness.

She is told to do something, and she seems shocked and argumentative about it. And then she isn’t talking anymore. She also carefully slides from under me and is gone. For a moment I think she’s left me. It has all become too much for her. and I can’t blame her. It has always been too much for anybody in my life. I know this. I am meant to go through this alone. Or die trying. But I… this is hard. I know things now. And I feel so alone, so desperately alone. I need her, I think horribly.

I knew the breakup affected her but I didn't think it would affect her this much. “I'm dead already! Please let me die!” She spat, her words tumbling in a drunken slur. “Why do you want to die?”I asked, hoping she would answer.. "Life is meaningless..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible, still half-asleep and drenched in the haze of intoxication. "...I'm so sad..." The words trailed off, and I felt a gentle trickle of wetness seep onto my shoulder. As I nestled closer, I saw tears silently dripping from her eyes.

The death was a sure thing. “I want her dead. No bullet death or anything." He shook his head. "She might survive that. I want her to have a painful death. Her death should be an accident with no one the wiser.” He informed Dom. "A clean job that makes her a new member of wherever her soul is sent to." “A cliff death?”. Dom inquired.

I'm gonna take this moment🎵🎶 And make it last forever🎵🎶 I'm gonna give my heart away🎵🎶 And pray we'll stay together🎵🎶 Cause you're the one good reason🎵🎶 You're the only girl that I need🎵🎶 Cause you're more beautiful than I have ever seen🎵🎶 I'm gonna take this night🎵🎶 And make it evergreen🎵🎶