Die Alone Review Novels & Stories

The moment I heard that, my phone slipped from my hand. I collapsed to my knees and screamed into the line, "Dante, that’s a human life! She once paid for your education! How can you be this ruthless?!" Dante did not waver. I could even hear the sound of whiskey being poured on his end. "Sofia, don’t expect mercy for enemies. Since you chose to stand against the family, you bear the consequences. Go clarify. Don’t destroy Olivia. She’s the family’s future cash cow." In that moment, I finally understood that the man I loved was already dead. Or perhaps, he had never existed at all.

Axel’s trembling finger tapped the audio file from Marco. Aria’s voice, calm and full of despair, filled the silence. “My name is Aria Sterling. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already dead.” Every word was a hot brand on his soul. “Six years ago, Axel Thorne did not die. The yacht explosion was a hoax, a plan he designed to make a secret deal with a rival family…” There was no anger in her voice. Just the dead calm of a still lake.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

questioned Lilith mid-tears. Tears slid from the corners of my eyes, but I still smiled. Lilith always had a sharp tongue and a soft heart. Maybe she was the only one in this world who truly cared about me. I tried to speak, but I was too weak to make a sound. I motioned with my eyes for her to bring me my bag. She pulled out the agreement from inside and skimmed it. Her tears began to fall again. "Jasmine, this can't be real! You're not going to die!" She collapsed beside me, sobbing without control.

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu

Victor let out a sigh of relie, and turned to leave. I didn't dare watch him walk away, and turned my head aside on instinct. Right then, my eyes were my rawest wound; one more look and they would bleed. After a good while, the test results arrived. I opened them alone. Multiple organ failure. Vital signs in continuous decline. Estimated survival: under forty-eight hours. It was no surprise, but seeing the death sentence with my own eyes still left me sad. The nurse who brought the report reminded me, "Your condition is very serious. You should notify your family as soon as possible."

In that second, I prayed she'd put a bullet in my skull right there. I was tired. Tired of this godforsaken mission. I just wanted to go home. She laughed, reading my mind like a book. "Wanna die? Too bad. System rules are clear: every year you stay alive post-failure, your real body stays comatose. And I get every scrap of your 21 years of mission progress to lock in my win." She leaned in, hissing in my ear, venom sharp as a switchblade. "Don't blame me. These four made men won't fall irrevocably in love with me. Not with you around. Swallow your data, and I'm home free."

Until Jungkook finally met Althea again. As Diaz dies slowly with a hole in his lungs, he looks at Althea. The younger is standing in front of him with the gun pointing at his head. The pink haired looks at him in the eyes and smiles a terrible smile. A single last tear falls down the brunette's face, fear of death striking his heart. "Oh, Angel, tell me, how to survive in hell?" Diaz’s eyes begin to go blank, his mind no longer catching with the words being said as his breath stops flowing in and out of his body.

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

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.”