Novel & Cerita Destined To Die Young

I saw myself curled up on the pile of hay. My body lay there, my face pale, and my lips purple. I had forgotten that I was already dead and couldn’t touch anyone anymore. The witch was right. Bella would die at sixteen. It was just that no one expected mine would end first before Bella’s time ran out. I died on Bella’s sixteenth birthday, when my mom said, “Just bear with it.”

THIS IS THE SUSPENSE CHAPTER OF THE SECOND GENERATION OF THIS BOOK. I WILL PUBLISH THIS SECOND GEN NOVEL SOON STILL UNDER GOODNOVEL. Astrophel's Point of View. "You have an eye disease. You have this beautiful pair of galaxy eyes but this will be a disease to you. It is a newly found disease among teenagers that has unique eye colors. You will have this photographic memory, you will also have this advanced brain and enhanced eyesight. It seems like a cool disease but it's not. You will have a limited life. You can't expose your eyes everywhere. Also, you just have 20 years to live in this world. Once you turn 20 years old, you will die. Your eyes will eventually eat your brain that will be t

“I’m here my love, it will be over soon just hang on for a few minutes. It will be midnight soon.” Midnight? Oh shit. It was time. My time had come. I would just turn twenty then die thereafter. ‘Your destiny is your own,' they said. But here I was, dying at the age of twenty because some evil witch had changed my destiny that was supposed to be mine to make.

She didn't know who it was that had taken those two out and she wondered if she would be next. She felt like crying. She wondered why she would die so young and the way she had tried to live a good life. She had been a virgin and had just started having sex less than a month ago and she hadn't even enjoyed life yet. She also had elderly parents to take care of and her dad had blood pressure and diabetes and she couldn't bear to leave the burden of taking care of him to her mother only. “I don't want to die," she mumbled to herself wishing for a miracle.

And it was that same trait that made his father hate him so much. The gift was only present in one out of ten generations, and Alexander was the lucky one as his father always thought. His other gifts were to be unlocked only when he met his mate. As the feeling of the beautiful girl from earlier tugged at his chest, the realization stung him like a bee, “my mate,” he said. He then explained to his brother that his mate was somewhere within the walls of the hospital.

His eyes, clouded with the shadows of mortality, met mine in a gaze that seemed to pierce through the veil of uncertainty. He whispered subtly, his voice a mere murmur in the vast silence, "Your destiny is to die by the moon disease." The words, heavy with the weight of fate, hit me like a tidal wave. A lump formed in my throat, a bitter cocktail of fear and disbelief. Die by the moon disease—my destiny encapsulated in the morbidity of those words.

“Even if we don’t choose death?” “Well,” rolling the laptop wires, “we all live and die. We all share the same narrative arc. We are all destined to die soon. Others are destined to die early because that is what their senses lead them or their health does. Death is another destiny that just waits around the corner of our lives.” “Thank you for sharing, Sir.” “I know where your question is coming from. I understand you. Anyways, thanks for the Group Chat you created. I forget to thank you personally.”

“I died quite young.” “I think everyone here died young. No one looks 30 or older.” I comment. That is the truth. Everyone in the Grand Alkhemi looks like they are within the ages of 19 to 28. All new adults. “Not exactly. But yes, a lot of us did die young.” She explains. “But the only thing different is how we died. And the reason for my death is why I needed to go after Greed.” I inhale sharply.

I continued. “I discovered a book of records. This book contains all that ever was and all that will be. It isn’t what might be. It is what will be.” She looked me straight in the eye, “You are supposed to die at the age of twenty-three. It is written in your life plan.” “But… so young,” I muttered. “Yes,” she agreed. I looked at my body closer and could see it had been broken up in multiple places. “How does it happen?” I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know, but I was unable to resist asking.

I guess I'm desperate to be her husband, which causes me to end someone's life—an innocent human. What I did in the past, I dwelled on up to now that I almost just wanted to die.