Dying Broke Book Novels & Stories

Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled. Resentment simmered between them: Sean with his grudges, Rowena with her cold shoulder. Nancy confided in me that the pair, though housemates, were at each other's throats daily, stirring up a racket that could wake the dead. The stillborn they brought home did not last long before it decayed, swarming with maggots, filling the house with a stench worse than a sewer. Rowena's grip on sanity started to slip, her days filled with wild outbursts. A video of one such episode, self-recorded, went viral and, bizarrely, turned a profit.

“Do you want an honest answer or a lie?” “If you’re a liar, just answer according to your conscience—if you even have one left,” Kanzo replied, folding his arms and watching Sergio’s every move. Sergio chuckled, then walked over to the glass wall offering a view of Portland at night. A row of lush trees, still green in the fall, seemed to split the sea of stars beneath the dark night sky. “I want to feel Claire’s body again; I’m curious about the pleasure I’ll get from her alluring body right now,” Sergio said, then chuckled softly. “After that, I’ll kill her—if necessary, I’ll keep her body as a memento.”

Mitchell asked " Why is it that people always think that billionaires don't have girlfriends or wives? " Diana asked " Uuhm haven't you read every other book that has a billionaire? Most of them don't want to get attached to someone or they just have a cold heart " Mitchell answered " And what if this rich billionaire has a cold heart? " Diana asked " Well every cold heart just needs some warmth and eventually it'll melt" Mitchell asked " You sound so sure. Maybe his heart is just too cold to melt" Diana said as she tried to discourage her best friend a little bit

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

her voice cracked as she finally stepped out, unable to hold it in anymore. Carter’s head snapped up, and Iris froze mid-laugh. Both of them looked like they’d seen a ghost. Pain burned in Hailey’s chest, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “What did I ever do to deserve this?” she whispered, her voice low yet trembling. Her hand shook as she grabbed the framed picture of her and Carter from the table beside her. And with one furious motion, she hurled it to the ground. The sound of glass shattering across the floor echoed loudly like a gunshot in the room.

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My hand against the wound weakened, and my body grew weaker. Like a broken jar, I watched as strength drained from me. Diana paced the room—in Milinda’s body, like she owned the place. “It would be amazing to add you to my pile of batteries,” she huffed. “But you’re quite knowledgeable than your mother gives you credit for, so the best I could do for you is to let you die, a slow, painful death.” She got to the end of the room, looking at Brock’s corpse. “At least, aside from the numerous stupid people I’ve met, of whom Brock is chief, you’re the most sensible person I’ve met.”

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

I smiled at this. “I need to talk to someone. Are you going to be okay?” he asked, getting up. “Me?" I asked, shocked. “I'll be fine, I just need to digest this.” I answered. “Ok, see you Hernandez.” He turned toward the door, but stopped. Before he left he whispered. “I trust you” and he was gone. Nick was dying. The guy who had grown up with me and was my best friend would only have a few more years to live. That was horrible. How could he take it so calmly?

In a little while, we're afraid we'll have to ask you to wipe him from head to toe as the rite that stands in for the wedding night. Raphael's portrait wore that same cocky smile, and the thought of facing his body alone sent a chill through me. But I remembered my last life. Marrying Felix meant there was no one to resolve our family's finances. After all, he'd only taken advantage of the situation and driven us to bankruptcy. Dad had even ended up dead. With the Roosevelts behind me now, at least Dad could live. I clenched my jaw, steeling myself. I just wanted to get it over with. "Where's Raphael? Let's start."