Die Trying Novels & Stories

My chest tightened and the thought of punching him became more appealing, "You said it yourself once, who will give a shit if I died, no one." He was about to walk away but the pain overcame him. He pressed his hand over his abdomen, the hand pressed against the wall seemed to fail him and he almost lost his balance. Emotions tightened my jaw and I got closer to him. His body failed him and he slowly went down to his knees. I leveled myself with him, my hand went to his arm, "Look at you, you're literally dying, look around you, this place is falling apart, you need to leave with me because I am not going out of here without you, you get that?" I stressed on the last part, "You do have someo

“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.”

My heartbeat was going so fast that I was worried it would escape from my chest. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I. AM. DYING! I don’t want to die. Please… Someone help me… I am so scared.

Dante said while breathing heavily … it’s fine Dante that’s not what is on ground now … I messed up badly and I need help … I might die tomorrow Dante or this night I don’t know when but I know I am dying soon …I said in tears … Dying soon ?I don’t get you khloe , what happened, is your mum okay ? Are you sick ? Is that why you didn’t attend the C.A Test today ? Let’s go to the hospital , or who needs to be in the hospital ? Dante keeps rumbling and throwing different questions at me … I really wanna smack his head , the thought of that made me roll my eyes at him … Dante!!! I yelledddd the salvadors are going to kill me ..listen to me okayy .. I explained everything to him … I know what Dan

Later that morning, Judith sat in her office at the security company and switched on her computer. She took out her phone and opened her f******k and searched for Adrian. She looked at the trending posts and read through. Daisy’s death seemed to be the highlight of the news. She went through a few posts and sighed. Her death did seem sad but Judith could hardly find the born to care. Adrian being in ICU worried her that a part of her thought of going to see him but deep she knew she was probably the last person he wanted to see if he woke up.

An old friend of mine from Northhelm went through a lot of trouble to contact me and told me in a grave tone that Morgan was dying. He had late-stage liver cancer, and the doctors said he likely wouldn't make it to his birthday this year. His dying wish was to see me one last time. I shared the news with Charles. He was in the study, reviewing documents. After hearing that, he took off his glasses and massaged his temples. Then, he approached me and took my hand. "Do you want to go?" I shook my head. "I don't want to, but… I think I need to put an end to this once and for all."

His chest felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside, and he let out a heart-wrenching sob, the kind that made his whole body shake. “No! No! She can’t be gone! She can’t be!” Richie cried, clutching his chest as if he could hold his heart together. “You have to try again! You can’t just let her die!” The doctor shook his head, his voice full of regret. “I’m truly sorry… but there was nothing more we could do.” Mrs. Leo fell into Mr. Leo’s arms, her sobs loud and uncontrollable. Mariam, tears streaming down her face, held onto Kimberly as they both cried silently. Dazzle, though trying to stay composed, couldn’t stop the tears that fell from his eyes.

I yell, as Missile takes out his phone, ready to take notes. Yeah he’d been in the Flying Death longer than me, he was older. But I was going to be made Reeve likely within the next year or so since Roddy’s health wasn’t the best. Typically shifters don’t really get sick, don’t really have issues. But he had arthritis like crazy and nothing was helping. He wouldn’t even be able to ride his bike soon. Years of manual labor in the garage working long hours. He was a bear shifter, and a huge dude. It was a wonder he’d lasted this long and not tipped his damn bike over.

I shouted with all my might. "I'm sorry, treasure, but I'm afraid that's impossible." some of the men told me. "What are you going to do? Please take everything ... I'll give you everything but let us go." I was dying of fear. I didn't know what was coming. They were laughing. Apparently it was funny for them that I was praying for our lives. "Treasure, your man owes us so much moee than just money and he will pay with his life," said one of the men.

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be