Dying Broke Book Novels & Stories

~~~ R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 - hope II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 - dying J-O-H-N-3:16—17|18|19|20|21 - world 4_2_3_5_5 H O P E _ _ _ _ _ D Y I N G W O R L D 4 2 3 5 5 ~~~ “Hope on the Dying World?” - Xol “Hope in the Dying World?” - Czaquira “Hope of the Dying World.” Timotheus uttered.

KARA'S POV I'd been watching them struggle for what felt like hours. Time moved differently in the Memory Thief's Garden—sometimes faster, sometimes slower, always wrong. But I'd seen enough deadies trapped in this place to know when someone was about to break. And they were all breaking. Bree had been the first to free herself. Impressive, considering she'd been reliving killing one of her own teammates. Most deadies never recovered from memories like that. But she'd faced it. Accepted it. And that acceptance had broken the garden's hold on her.

I tried to get up, but I only made it a couple of shaky steps before collapsing by the bed. Despair hit me like a truck, and I could not catch my breath under the weight of it all. Seeing how differently Yvonne treated Wade on social media, I knew it was time for a change. I quietly 'unfriended' Wade and, with a sense of finality, circled my departure to Avrika in bright red on the calendar.

My nails dug into my palm until blood seeped through my fingers. Finally, I raised my head and said hoarsely, "Kevin, let's break up." He clenched my hand tightly. His voice was low, trembling ever so slightly. "No!"

“You rejected me. You separated from me…from your true self. You denounced me. You said I am powerless. You cast me out!” The truth struck him. His doubt had doomed him. “I didn’t mean to,” Denny whispered. “I’m sorry…I need you back. I will die without you.” “What’s broken cannot be undone. Where death lingers, death must happen. You die, you stay dead. But there is still a choice.” “What choice?” “Die or let him die.” As the words echoed, an image appeared: Jay bound against Denny’s slumped body…and the Unions surrounded them.

He said my name and still gave her what used to be mine. And I watched it all. I watched her hands where mine used to rest. Her lips on skin that once belonged to me. And I broke. Goddess, I broke. I broke like glass being thrown against stone shards, flying in every direction, slicing through everything I had left, and I had no control over it. Every part of me begged for it to stop. But it didn’t. I thought dying would be the worst thing that ever happened to me. But I was wrong.

I laid there, helpless and broken, chest filled up with the smell of smoke and metallic liquid pouring down my sides. One thought echoed faintly in my head as my world dissolved into a blinding crack of pain and darkness. I didn't want to die, not…not like this, not until…I'd gotten my revenge…

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

something sank in my heart, ‎ ‎ ‎and it felt like guilt. ‎ ‎ ‎i couldn't do this anymore, ‎ ‎ ‎so I gripped unto my purse and rose up, ‎ ‎ ‎feeling the hot sting of tears burn my eyes. ‎ ‎ ‎"Victoria please....." he rose up from his seat too, ‎ ‎ ‎but I couldn't take anymore, ‎ ‎ ‎"Victoria I'm dying!" his voice finally broke. ‎ ‎..... ‎ ‎ ‎"what?"... I halted, slow and stuck in time, ‎ ‎ ‎he shook his head,