Die Trying Novels & Stories

After that, he asked the doctor if they could keep my body in cryogenesis so that it would not rot. The doctor told him somberly that he could not do it. On the day William was discharged, Joy breathed her last in the freezer. My body, too, was finally cremated. The sister he once loved had turned into ashes. As for the woman he had wanted to love for life, he did not even want to see her body. At the end of the day, if it were not for his indulgence and naivety, Joy’s petty tricks could not have possibly resulted in my death.

"It's not your fault. Everyone dies. Just sooner or later." I sat next to her, crying like I couldn't stop. After a while, she spoke soft. "Chloe, if I die, will you cry like this for me?" I jerked and shook my head. "No! You won't die!" She looked at me and scoffed. "Idiot. You don't have to lie. I know I'm dying." She paused. "Maybe dying isn't so bad. If I die, I won't hurt anymore. And Grandma won't be alone."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Zendaya. I'll never do it again, please, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Then, he turned to Lily's body. "Lily, I'm so sorry! If I didn't beg for mercy on your behalf, this monster wouldn't have suspected we were having an affair, and you wouldn't have died for nothing. It's all my fault!" Jayden cried with snot and tears running down his face, and even the bystanders watching could not help but feel moved. Someone whispered, "She has such a good husband and such a nice home. That monster has to be sick in the head to get her kicks from torturing people."

"Don't... Elowen... don't do it." ​"He’s dying, Elowen," Silas whispered, the needle inches from my throat. "And if he dies here, in the First Life, he never becomes your Shield. He never saves you. He just becomes another body in the furnace." ​The countdown on the monitor hit 01:00. ​The girl on the table began to moan. Her fingers twitched. The violet light began to leak from her closed eyelids, a raw, unstable version of the power I carried.

He yelled and fear gripped me. What could be so wrong with her? What is going on? What is she hiding from me? These thoughts went through my mind as I feared the worst but I couldn't bring myself to ask them. "What's wrong with her?" Aiden asked the one question that was bugging my mind. "Diana is dying slowly and she isn't ready to save herself. Well, that's because there is nothing we can do to save her for long. Diana will die eventually and that time is coming soon!" He announced in the most heartbreaking manner ever.

Her lashes trembled. She tried looking at me. The world was narrowing around her. I could see it happening. Skin paling. Breath thinning. I pressed my lips to her forehead. Her fingers curled weakly into my shirt. “I’m… dying, aren’t I?” “No.” My voice cracked. I didn’t allow that. I never allow that. “You are not dying in this office.” Her breathing hitched. “…not…how… I pictured Friday,” she murmured. Even now.

“Dr. De Vega… he’s dead.” “What? Damn…” Timotheus massaged the bridge of his nose after hearing the bad news. “What? Something wrong?” Ferran looked at him then diverted his gaze on the road. “You will not believe who did it. Jul—Danryll!” Timotheus heard Zyrille’s voice from the other line. “We need to go. Something’s going on with the kids… What?” “Hey—hello? Danryll!” Timotheus looked at the screen of his phone and the call ended. “Dr. De Vega… he died. He was killed.”

Time to act, not just watch my own death. Damien’s gaze slashed toward Yadiel's face, a volatile fusion of glowing rage and stark disbelief. Desperation clawed at Damien’s throat, a useless plea for mercy trembling on his lips, as he now found himself bargaining with death's shadow, pleading for a sliver of life he seemed no longer entitled to.

Tears fell from her eyes knowing what was going to happen, she knew she was going to die at any moment, if the ground shifted and filled the space she would die painfully and slowly. The thought of that made her panic, she thought it would be best to end her life quick rather than die slowly. She just needed to figure out how she would do it. She knew that no one was looking for her, they probably thought she died in the explosion. “Trina, I really need you to listen to me for once in your life. Please because I don’t want to suffer or die slowly.” Kymoni said with tears running down her face.

“You told me she died of pneumonia when I was four.” “It was organ failure,” Harlan admitted, shaking his head in shame. “The doctors who managed the trial came to our house the night she died, cleaned out her medical files and gave me a secondary settlement check. They paid me a hundred thousand dollars to sign a non-disclosure agreement and never ask another question about what they put inside her.”