Destroy Myself Just For You Novels & Stories

especially because she is herself (Authors note: that last line is confusing but I hope you get it 😂😂) "It doesn't matter if you trust me or not" instantly she was done begging "you can't lie, you've be hurt and abused, abandoned and alone. You can't keep living like this, and I won't let you take your life either. At least, before you die he should suffer what you suffered, he needs to pay back every drop of tears and shred even more blood than you did"

Besides, that would only give Sheena what she wanted. Yuna asked worriedly, "Harper, are you okay?" "I'm fine. I'll get myself cleaned up," I replied, brushing it off and heading toward the restroom. I grabbed some paper towels at the sink and dabbed at my dress. The sticky residue and the strong smell of alcohol clung to me, making me feel worse with every second. Despite that, I swallowed my anger—it was not the time or place. Footsteps approached, and I thought Yuna was coming to check on me. Instead, it was Sheena, who had utterly dropped her innocent act.

"Intro: When I look at you I found myself smiling I wish I'm yours and You'll be mine Make you happy is the only thing I want to do In this world Spending all my time of mine With a person like you I'm Crazy, I'm Crazy in love with you..." when I'm really alone I feel my own voice. Since I'm not with anyone, no one will judge no matter what kind of tone I have. I intend to give it to Justine again and let him set the tone. The night wind blew.. And it caressed my skin. I felt a slight chill. But I still continued to play the guitar and sing.

After grabbing a frosted cupcake, she unwrapped it. This was it-she'd officially hit bottom. Nothing would ever be worse than this exact moment. It was like dark matter in the universe. The absolute absence of anything. It was the death of hope. She took a bite of the cupcake. Shame made her chew fast and swallow. When the sugar and fat hit her system, she wouldn't hurt so bad. She wouldn't feel so lonely or totally rejected by Liam Sanz Damn him. Why couldn't he love her back? She was a good person. But she wasn't busty and blond and tiny, like the girls he dated and slept with.

If I hadn't lived through all of it, I might've believed he still loved me. But I remembered everything—how he forced me to give up my identity, how he carved the birthmark off my skin, how he made me miscarry, how he stomped on my stomach while I lay there, helpless. Disgust twisted inside me. I shoved his hand away. "Don't say that. I already told you—we're done. We have nothing to do with each other." I turned away, my voice ice cold. Charlie, though, tightened his grip on my hand, refusing to let go.

RECOMMENDED SONG: **You And Me by Lifehouse (Continued)** “Then I prefer to die or be held captive.” Grand Empress said aloud with raged eyes darting at Carol, who was shaking under her incoherent gazed. Carol knew her words could get her killed right then and there; without her getting appreciated for all those years she had spent besides Empress, still…she said it.

I told myself I need to sleep. NEXT DAY LISA'S POV Don’t make me love you music 🎶🎶🎶 The white foam rose🎶🎶🎶 Why do you keep smiling at me🎶🎶🎶 Making me realize this is a dream🎶🎶🎶 Why is your sad face circling around me?🎶🎶 Really freaky, my heart is mixed up🎶🎶🎶

She took a look at the torn letter in her handwriting, framed against a white background. Dear AJ, I had an amazi I want to see y I wish I coul I hope you unde Please call me. 5 Yours Truly, Kat She laughed as she looked at it, raising her hand to her mouth. All the ink had washed away, and there was a giant red stain across the top half of it. It looked like they had lit the paper on fire just to get this much out of it, but the rest was either washed or torn away. There was just enough to show how crazy she was for him, but not enough to find her.

…Cause the cure is found in you, I don't want it, but I do… You're my problem and my solution at the same time. …You're just like poison My affliction, I'm addicted, I can't lie… But everything about us is a lie. The only person I can't lie to is myself. …Kiss me one more time before I die… Kiss me one more time before I leave..."

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a