Novel & Cerita Death Becomes Her I Want To Be Alone

The departed and she inhales air as if she was about to die . "I Fucking Reject!"

She will be the death of me. ***

She closed her eyes and sighed loudly But I do long for death…it is now my only true comfort. To die would be beautiful, a divine release from my painful existence. Every second, every minute, every hour, every day I am changing, I am becoming something that is not supposed to exist in this world. I actually want to be with him. His touch, the taste of him is so overwhelming. Tears cascaded down her face Please help me…Save me…

"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die." She laughed hysterically again

Death is meant to see me single. " Leave us." She says and there's silence for a few seconds before all her accompaniment leaves the room and it's just us. " That's why you killed your queen so quickly. You are not ready to embrace a new queen?" I look at her and she's puffing on a pipe placed on her lap. " Isn't it killing you to be celibate or without a woman for years? " I was born alone. I don't need a woman for any sort of pleasure or satisfaction."

demon:- can I see my mother one last time can I, I miss her so much please let me see her once, you can take my life but let me see her once. "she is gone now, and one day you will be too, I want you to leave your life, leaving behind everything that holds you back, you deserve this life so live it, I can not let you see her, she has taken birth and she is starting her new life, now it's your time to start your life from zero, for sake of you and her past, live your life, when she was with me, she said, she want you to be happy, so if you want to be happy kill him and move on, you can do it"

My body weakened and I was pale, just waiting for the very moment. I saw my blood spilled away like wine and the dogs leaking it like vine. The wind blows my remains to all directions of the earth, and my wandering soul vanishes to ashes. Oh death! Why me!? All I've ever wanted was to be a great woman. An Alpha, a Luna. I want care and affection. I deserve it. I want life, a good one. Not this piece of my shitty life I live every day. I'm fucking tired of doing this over and over again. But I don't want to die. It's scary and I'm trembling.

Dancing like crazy, not caring that her breasts hurt from the swaying. "I am the spring woman," she said when the song was over. Then, as the song played again, she took 20 sleeping pills, hoping they would kill her comfortably. "Death is nothing to be afraid of. Doesn't everyone die in the end?" she thought. After the 20 pills had passed down her gullet, Alexa lay resignedly on her bed, waiting for death to come. She lay naked with her crotch exposed, like a whore waiting to be bedded by her master. However, in her mind, Alexa imagined a romantic scenario of her finding true love in heaven. She allowed herself to say her last words :

She didn't even hiss in pain, and her expression remained consistent. Using all that blood, Amy began writing her message to them. The blood was a sign that she wasn't afraid of dying and her only motive now was their destruction. "See you soon..."

"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.