Destroy Myself Just For You Novels & Stories

He stood before the cameras with red-rimmed eyes and a face full of despair, declaring, "My beloved Lyra isn't dead! She can't be! I'll find her. She's my only wife!" I took a sip of my coffee calmly, not feeling anything. Jude had never loved me this deeply before, and I never expected that my "death" was required to awaken his love. Nonetheless, I no longer needed anyone's love because I had every reason to love myself. Based on my dedication and work ethic, I was quickly promoted at the hospital. At the same time, I didn't give up my research in regenerative medicine. However, I never submitted any of my papers again.

I want to scream, but I bite my lips hard to swallow my sobs. I'm suffocating in this silent misery and I can only blame myself for this. How did my life, which is so quiet, become so chaotic? I grab a handful of the pictures and start to rip all of them. I am already doomed, but if my parents ever see this, I'll be dragged to hell. So I search my room, destroying everything that is hers. All my secret collections, I let go of them. *

Try me with your best weapon, Break me with your strongest blow, Stab me with your sharpest knife, Make me bleed till you heart enraptures. Keep repeating till you leave nothing of me Till I am brought down to ashes. But when you stop, When your hands worn out, When your happiness reaches the seventh cloud. Then will I play my Ace. Then will be my time to rise. To rise from my own ashes. Then will be my time to bring you as down as high you went.

*X Ambassadors- Unsteady *Anson Seabra- Broken *Astrid S- Years *NF- Paralyzed *~*~*~* No. No, no, no, no, no. Anger, fear and hurt bustle in me, my body is shaking and I can't stop it. Whatever hope I had in me is gone now, emptiness taking its place. "What the f*ck is this?!" I yell turning to him, I haven't moved into the room much more.

I turn it over, I turn it over I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell -Cut by Plumb I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile flame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you’ll see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I’m tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut I may seem crazy Or painfully shy And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don’t want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills i

I sob. Drake pulls me into his arms, hugging me tightly as he stands, walking toward a picnic table to sit with me on his lap. Sobbing into his shoulder, I ask no one in particular, "Why can't she love me but Noelle who is bisexual? I love my sister no matter what so why am I different?" Drake picks me up to carry me to a picnic table, settling my on his lap chest to chest as I continue to sob into his chest, soaking his shirt even more as he rubs soothing circles onto my back; finally falling asleep after I finished sobbing.

"You are the calamity woven into his fate. If you do not resolve it, all your efforts will be in vain." "Whether you repeat the tragedy or forge a new path, the choice is yours." When I woke, the cracked charm in my palm was proof that it was no dream. This life, I won't make the same mistakes. No matter the cost, I will ensure my Alpha has a life of peace and happiness.

"Didn't I tell you? Don't do anything to Sandra, or I'll take action against you!" Ivy smiled. "I'm already cripple. What else do you want to do to me? Kill me? That would be perfect. That way, you'd never forget me for the rest of your life." Keith frowned, "How could you be so vicious? What good will it bring to you to destroy Sandra and I?" Ivy smirked. "What good is it to me? I'd be happy as long as I see you suffer. Who pushed me to this extent? It's you!"

How does a person find pleasure in pain? She pushed away all thoughts of the BDSM or whatever it was called out of her mind and got out of bed. She went downstairs to get some coffee because the sleep hadn’t fully cleared from her eyes. When she got there, she saw that Adriano was sitting at the island having breakfast and weirdest of all, he was wearing sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. It was highly unusual that he wasn’t at work already and that he still wasn’t dressed for work. “Good morning, Ismeralda. I do hope you rested well?” He spoke with the same nonchalant look on his face as always.

But what is it? Without thinking, I immediately took my phone and typed a message to someone. After finishing with my cellphone, I put it back on the table and immediately followed Zara. "Have a nice dream, honey." I whispered and after that I closed my eyes too. *** Evening at a club... Alex's POV * I've already had 3 bottles of whiskey and maybe more bottles to come. "Stop it, it's the same as hurting yourself. Better go home." said Gabriel. He is the bartender at this club. This is my club. I bought it from one of my old friends.