Destined To Die Young Novels & Stories

“Well, perhaps I didn’t when I was young, but I do now that I’m weaker. You might not believe me, but I’m not afraid of dying. It’s just that there are many things I haven’t completed yet, and my people still need me. “I’m not ready to die, and you’re the most suitable candidate out of so many people in the world. Even your blood type is similar to mine. Don’t you think it’s your destiny? So, I’m very sorry, but I have no other choice.” She spoke earnestly with a gentle look, but what she wanted to do was vile. Lily smiled and found a place to sit and gaze at the older woman. “What happens when my body grows old and weak?”

the woman continues, "But destiny never makes mistakes." "That's fine," Bruno responds, shaking his head. "The problem is that 'destiny' didn't tell me when I'll get rich or when I'll die. I mean, I'll die younger than my father... But if my father lives up to 100 years... Well, it's obvious that I'll die before that." "Ah, I see... You want more precise numbers," the gypsy understands. "Alright then. Give me your hand..." "Not a chance," Bruno refuses. "You've already spent too much time with it, and I bet you've even memorized my lines. Besides, if you're that good, you could have guessed without looking..."

Maggie shook her head in disbelief, "I don't understand you, there's money to be made, don't you want to make enough money to get out of this shithole before it's too late?" "Of course, I want to, but ......" Hermosa looked at her. The young woman exuded youth, but the last thing the gentlemen's club lacked was a youth. Its prosperity had been sustained by innumerable individuals who had spent their youth there, individuals who would be drained of their last blood and tears before being devoured by the vast darkness, without a single bone remaining. This is their destiny, and how can the ants in the wind and dust fight against it? "You don't understand."

" Please Kyle don't let me die, I'm sorry , I'm loosing too much blood ,please I don't want to die" " Well that's the only thing I want to watch, seeing you die, you killed Nicole and I swore ill kill you so maybe I give you one minute for you to say your last prayer and repent, oooh repenting will take too much time because you're a sinner who deserves hell fire" It's my Tim to torment her and I can see that's Working, she's still bleeding and I'm sure she won't make it, but I must make sure I drive bullets into her thick heart.

His heart ached as though it was going to rip him apart from the inside. “Lily, just hold on a little longer. I’ve already called every top-tier healer!” My parents, whose hair was now grayer than ever, nodded through their tears. “Don’t be scared, Lily. We’re here now. We’ll get you through this.” But we all knew the truth. I was dying.

I ask. "It's complicated love" "I want to know" I say pleasing. "As you know the late king and wolves drugged me to not hesitate while killing Daisy but I just wanted to threaten her and she hypnotized me so I ended up dying" mom smirks at how stupid she sounds. "I'm sorry mom" I say "Nella told me you and I can kill Daisy as we are bounded to her" I say and mom nods. "Yes but it isn't a simple process. We need verses from the forbidden book and a powerful witch supporting the wolves power" Mom explains.

I hate the word ‘meant to be’, what is meant to be? I wasn’t meant to be born if it weren’t for my parents going on a one-night stand and having a mistake who they would have aborted if it weren’t for their decision to love me. Decisions make our life work not a bloody ‘meant to be’.

Today something interesting happened. I died. How awful, they’ll say. How tragic. And she was so young, with everything ahead of her. There will be an article in the paper about how I burned too bright and died too young. My funeral will be small…a few weeping friends, some sniffling neighbors and acquaintances. How they’ll clamor to comfort my poor husband, Gray. They’ll promise to be there for our daughter as she grows up without me. So sad, they’ll say to each other. What was she thinking?

Hurting doesn’t disappear. We are children of God, but our ways cannot be mended beyond a record. Is sin of not each still? We don’t give way to death. Death enters in. The negativity brings its bloom. We die to be still; we do not move. Then what happens? Do you know? I repeat, do you know? What surety do you have in it? To die young is still no escape. What you leave behind walks behind you, in front of you, on your way. They kill, they don’t refrain. Yes! Most people who die young by heart attacks or any psychosomatic illness are killed by their relatives. They are tortured to new terms each day, each moment, like insane. Hurting you from within, weakening what gives you strength from wit

"well, Ray, I think you need to grow up and kill those feelings for the sake of grandson since you can't do it for your son, do it for your grandson" "never! I will never give up on Jesse" Ray roared angrily. "fine then! count me out of your crazy obsession. I will not fall with you...Incase you didn't know, this obsession will only lead you to an early grave..Ray you will lose your only son and grandson if you continue to pursue your obsession...Trust me bro, that's not the path you should take...That young lady will never be yours...I am afraid to say but she was meant to be with your son and not with you"