Destroy Myself Just For You Novels & Stories

We can go through the storm~ Weather the pain I'm always right here (always right here) Then you can tear down the walls Break down your pride I'm always right here~ I swallowed my saliva."Why did you ask that?" my question to him. "Because I just don't agree with that f*cking annulment." he answered. [Music] ~I'd rather lose my life than lose your love~ I'd rather go to war than give you up~ You're worth fighting for You're worth fighting for~

🎼 The day I met you, I knew, I belong to you And only you 🎵 You put my body on fire and ice While your touch makes the butterflies alive. 🎼 I belong to you baby.. Just come to me, Relish and cherish me.. 🎵 I want you to feel my body Ignite the fire and then calm it down Because I belong to you. I'm only yours to be touch. 🎼🎼 Without you, I'm nothing And I promise to be yours Forever.. 🎶 My heart my, soul, my body, Remains to you.. And I'll never be anyone's else But only yours to be..

Finn empties out the container as the pills pour onto my office floor and furniture He shoves them off my furniture till all they hit the floor and scatter outwards and he wastes no time stepping on every single one of them like he has lost it; he then crushes them hard until dust as Finn kicks them towards the carpet His taunts and jests becomes absolutely heart wrenching and it's almost like there was not even a reasonable explanation; "Just leave me alone Finn, I don't want to be a part of your plan, I don't want anything form Killian or you" Tears begin to flow out; my emotions feel constricting; the very same pills Finn has crushed to a level of no existence that might make a woman sick

Chapter 1 Death Does Become Us My name is Arabella Smith, and I sorta died today. Don’t surprise me with my luck. It’s just a shame it’s a day before my thirtieth birthday. They say only the good die young but I think thats a load of crap. why don’t we start back when my bad luck started, bout three weeks ago, when i caught my boyfriend of six years cheating. *three weeks ago*

Looked up. Didn't recognize the girl in the mirror. Hair? Wrecked. Skin? Dull. Eyes? Puffy and red. I didn't look like this this morning. Guess you really can lose yourself for love. I'd loved Jacob for years. With the wedding coming up, I thought we'd finally made it. Didn't see it was already falling apart. I took a deep breath, tried to shut down the spiral, and grabbed my phone. [Short one groom for this wedding. Anyone want the job?]

Melissa’s discarded pregnancy test was swept into the trash can. I agreed without hesitation. If Benedict wanted to play dead, I should play the part of a wife who died out of love, too. With my ten previous suicide attempts on record, the motive was solid. No one would suspect a thing. I smiled faintly. I opened the encrypted file and registered myself with a new identity. ... That evening, as a nurse was changing my bandages, Benedict walked in. He looked at the gauze wrapped around me, and a flicker of discomfort crossed his face.

he told me. Priority? Worker? I sniffed hard. “I don't think I need any care. I'm not a child and I do my job well.” With that, I walked away, abandoning the coffee on the counter. *** Immediately I left, I stormed into my room and closed the door with my trembling hands. “Fuck you, Korn!” Then, without thinking, I opened a p**n page on my phone and clicked on a gay video of two men fucking each other. I pulled my pants to my knee and sat on the bed, stroking my dick as I watched them.

I shook my head, my tone remaining flat and calm, "I have no feelings for you. I want nothing to do with anything related to you." Jaxson still didn't understand how he had offended me, making me burn my bridges. His eyes gradually dimmed. A single tear fell slightly. His voice was husky, words caught in his throat, "I…" I cut him off. "Jaxson, I get married. It is not appropriate to stay with you alone." Not wishing to say more to him, I turned and walked away. I slept restlessly throughout the night. I dreamt of Jaxson looking at me with cold indifference and me getting sick and lying on my deathbed all alone.

the distance between us made me feel like he was looking past me, not at me. "Enough moping," I said aloud. "You are hot. You are going to drink margaritas. You are going to eat a bowl of nachos the size of your head." I snapped a candid of myself in the mirror, posing with one hand on my hip, and shot it across to the Margarita Senoritas group chat. Marissa: FANDANGOS BABY! Cleo: DAMN girl, you are fire! followed by a gif of a woman rising from ashes like a phoenix.

"You aren't the Sanchi I knew. You don't deserve such things." Taking my eyes off me, I drink to forget he even stood there. Getting up, I went to the dance floor, giving him a teasing smile and stood in the middle. I flew my hands in the air, let the music seep inside my skin, feeling it with adrenaline and rush. I didn't have to belong anywhere. I could belong to nothing and be nothing. I just needed my drugs to let me get out of the tension. I just needed to agree with others and nothing would pain then. Just a lost me.