Does Katie Die In Midnight Sun

The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number. She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?" She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?" Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"

At the age when I should have been attending university, I was framed by my biological parents and sent to prison. My sister had been cruelly killed by her kidnappers when she tried to save me, and they blamed me for her death. On the day of my release, I was kidnapped and had one of my ears cut off. When I found the opportunity, I immediately called my father, asking him to save me. Instead, he snapped, saying, “You’re no longer my son! Don’t contact me!” I was then burned alive. After I died, my sister returned. However, when my parents found out that the charred corpse was mine, the family crumbled.

One week after my death, my husband, Christopher Ford, was making love on our bed with his one true love. His face showed pure satisfaction. "Finally, I don’t have to deal with that bar hostess anymore." Later, he held my belongings, weeping with regret. "Phoebe, why haven’t you come back?" It seemed he had forgotten that he had already pushed me to my death that night. I was forced to donate my bone marrow to his one true love, and I died, along with our unborn child.

My boyfriend Julian is a chess grandmaster, a genius. At sixteen, he became the youngest grandmaster in North American history. I gave him ten years of my life, but a ring was never on the table. But when he reached the pinnacle of his career and won the Grand Slam, he still refused to break the pact he'd made with his family about his career. "According to my plan, I'm not considering marriage or any other form of long-term commitment until all my goals are achieved." I didn't argue with him. I quietly packed his luggage for the World Championship and wished him the best. He had no idea that at the very moment he was lifting the championship trophy with the world watching, I was dragging my failing body to sign my own name on a euthanasia consent form.

"Sa paglubog ng araw, ang liwanag ay naglalaho. Katulad ng mga ngiting sa kalungkutan natatago." Si Maureen Cruz ay isang masayahin na tao. Kahit na lumaki siya na hindi nakukuha ang lahat ng kanyang ninanais ay hindi iyon naging dahilan upang hindi yakapin at bigyan ng halaga ang buhay na mayroon siya. Primarya lamang ang kanyang natapos, at hindi na siya nakapag-aral pa dahil sa kahirapan. Gayunpaman, ginamit niya ang lahat ng kanyang mga pinagdaanan upang lumaban ng patas sa hamon ng buhay. Hanggang saan siya susubukin at dadalhin ng kanyang matapang na personalidad kung pag-ibig na ang sumukat sa kanyang dignidad? Mapanindigan kaya niya ang pag-ibig na itinanim nito sa kanyang puso at diwa? Hanggang kailan? Tunghayan ang k’wentong pag-ibig ng isang babaeng magtuturo, kung gaano kaganda ang buhay mula sa likod ng takipsilim. DISCLAIMER: No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the author's consent. Please obtain permission. Names, Characters, Places and Incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ️ WARNING ️ It may contain mature scenes and words. Read at your own risk.

Alieen yang mengetahui latar belakang temannya, dia merasa iba dan mulai mendekati untuk menghibur. Walau sering di acuhkan dan tidak di pedulikan, Alieen tetap membantu dan mensupportnya. Lambat laun rasa iba itu membuat sang pria membuka hati untuk Alieen. Sampai sebuah kesalahan pahaman pun mulai terjadi.

Je suis dégoûtée. Tout simplement : dégoûtée. Depuis des mois, j'organise mes vacances d'été avec ma meilleure amie. Mais juste au moment où je m'apprête à partir, qu'est-ce que j'apprends ?! Que mes parents nous ont inscrits, mes frères et moi, dans un camp de vacances ! Comble de l'horreur, il faudra y passer trois semaines ! C'est injuste, je leur en veux. Mais lorsque je fais la rencontre du bien trop sexy Jonson Forwise, ma rancoeur s'évanouit aussitôt. Se pourrait-il que la tyrannie de mes parents me satisfasse, pour une fois ?

On the day I died, my boyfriend was with another woman. He was a man I had rescued from the clutches of rich women. My condition was for him to be my boyfriend for three years, and he agreed. I showered him with money, resources, and connections, single-handedly making him famous. Yet, while he told me we could not date publicly, he casually engaged in fake romance rumors with others for publicity. One of his rumored girlfriends even came to me with a voice message. "If it weren’t for using her as a stepping stone, who would bother with someone so dull and boring?" But after I died, why did he go mad?

I am the daughter of the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, my parents are very rich, but I have nothing. When black magic was eating away at me with a month to live, I asked to borrow ten dollars and they said I was "not worthy." I dragged my sickly body to buy the cheapest herbal medicine, but I saw them spending billions of dollars to celebrate my foster sister Vivian's 18th birthday. Tears streamed down my face, I just wanted to spend ten dollars on a piece of fabric and make my own ceremonial robe, even though I wouldn't live to be eighteen.