Die Trying Book Novels & Stories

"N-No, it had nothing to do with me…" Behind him, Jessica's voice cracked with fury. "So it was you! You're the reason I ended up like this! You tried to have my mom and Theodore killed!" According to the intruders, they had held a grudge against the Dawson family because their own company had been destroyed by malicious business tactics. Their parents had died of cerebral hemorrhages caused by the anger, and they couldn't even afford proper treatment. Wilson was the one who told them when and where to go. In the interrogation room, he screamed himself hoarse denying every charge. But faced with the evidence, his excuses fell apart.

“I don’t know whether I will have the chance to try winning over her heart, but I do know that a greedy person who is never content with what he has will end up with nothing.” Then, right before Joshua’s foul expression, Lewis left. Joshua’s face had drained of color because of what Lewis said, and he thought that he had to think of a way to bring Rain back to his side as soon as possible. So, when Rain clocked off work the next day, she ran into Joshua again at the entrance. Rain wanted to leave and ignore Joshua. After all, with Joshua’s prideful personality, he would not chase after her. But Joshua stood in her way and took out a report before handing it to her. “I’m terminally ill, honey

“Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.” With that, he pulled out a photo from the scene and handed it to her. In the picture, a small, blood-soaked body—mine—was curled up on the bed in an unnatural position. My colorless lips and my sickly, bluish-purple skin told her one thing: I was dead. Mom’s eyes widened. At last, she could no longer lie to herself and burst into tears. “How could this happen? How could this be? She was fine just a few days ago. How could she be dead? Daisy, you cursed child, you’re just like

Let her heart never grow that hard. With a final deep breath, Mama Metcalf started toward Robby’s room, thinking that during her break she would call Erik and tell him she was coming over for a visit this evening whether he wanted her to or not. *** Robby’s body let him in on a secret: You’re dying. It wasn’t as painful as he’d expected it to be in all honesty, maybe even less severe than the worst of his night fevers. He could sense himself winding down, every ambition evaporated from his will by the heat that had brought him to this moment.

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

Before I die, I'm taking you with me. Nathan's gaze flickered to the knife in her hand, and he gulped. "Let me go. I'll find the best doctors in the world to treat you." Trinity let out a hysterical laugh. "Too late. Go to hell." With that, she plunged the blade into his stomach and carved out both kidneys. I turned away, drifting out of the warehouse. I didn't dare look back. Nathan's agonized screams echoed in my ears. A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing.

Melissa had never imagined life without me would hit her this hard. No one kept a light on for her return, and no one worked behind the scenes to seal business deals for her. She was completely on her own. She'd thought she was done with me, fed up with my attitude. She convinced herself Nicolas was the one she loved, that having him by her side would be enough. But the moment Young Group began to collapse, Nicolas wasted no time selling off his shares, pocketing the money, and vanishing without a trace.

I insisted. Silence fell between us. He looked back at the book. Then at me. Then back at the book again. “You’ve been reading it?” he asked. “Yes.” “How far?” “I don’t know… halfway, I think.” “And what is it about?” he asked. “It’s about a boy,” I said slowly. He didn’t interrupt. “They threw him into a well,” I continued. “Left him there to die.” Drake’s grip on the book tightened slightly. “He didn’t die,” I added.

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

She threw Vivian's Antabulam at her and Vivian caught it "See for yourself" Vivian slowly opened the book. Surprisingly, the book wasn't wet in the rain. The pages were dry. She looked inside while flipping the pages. There were so many names in it but not Ethan's" She took a sigh of relief. "But...Why didn't I hear the bells of the book?" She asked "Death took it with him. He has been doing his duties and yours together. Just so that you could make your second life worth it." Fate leaned towards her and flipped the last page of writings "Was it worth it?" She smirked. Vivian looked at it with surprise. Her eyes were about to pop out.