Dying Broke Book Novels & Stories

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

I insisted. Silence fell between us. He looked back at the book. Then at me. Then back at the book again. “You’ve been reading it?” he asked. “Yes.” “How far?” “I don’t know… halfway, I think.” “And what is it about?” he asked. “It’s about a boy,” I said slowly. He didn’t interrupt. “They threw him into a well,” I continued. “Left him there to die.” Drake’s grip on the book tightened slightly. “He didn’t die,” I added.

he asked as he took a bite of the chocolate. I nod my head and took my glasses off. “The half of it.” He pat my head and smiled. “ Now, get some sleep.” “No.” I said, pouting my lips and raising my eyebrows. “ I'm waiting for the dawn.” He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his reading, but now he's sitting on the floor beside me while I sat on my chair. “I read in the first chapter here that depression is a side effect of dying.” I kept on concentrating on the screen to check the mistakes of the drafts, the misspellings, and the grammatical errors, mostly.

Through my treatments and hospital stays and the times I pushed you away because I was scared of exactly this moment, of leaving you behind. The hardest part of dying isn't the dying itself. It's the leaving. Leaving May, who sacrificed everything for me. Leaving Midnight, who somehow always knew when my lungs were bad and would purr against my chest like he was helping me breathe. And leaving you, my beautiful, brilliant, stubborn Shade, who never saw yourself the way I saw you. So let me tell you what I see: I see a boy who taught himself engineering from library books because his father never bothered to show him how things work.

I could hardly breathe. "If you're trying to." Whoever was speaking stopped mid sentence as I pushed deeper before I cut left. I felt the life in me leave as I took my last breathe. Blood coated my hand as it rested on my chest. How ironic is it that I died because of a crush on the high king and a ripped book?

So why? Why am I dying already? I reached out the book from my bag. I was on my way home but I decided to stop by the local bookstore to buy my book. I heard it was trending so I wanted to check it out, then, before I knew it, I got caught in a car crash. I’m dying. I was really dying. Fate was too cruel, it's so unfair. Then it was nothing. The darkness surrounded me and I was certain I drew my last breath. But just then, something miraculous happened.

While his body was ripped into pieces and no place in the library was free of blood. "Mike." I said barely above a whisper while tears kept on falling from eyes. My whole world had shattered into pieces and dust. *** Keep reading the book for more awaited fun especially in the next chapter. Love, EemanFaisal25

How could Eve die? A/n: yay! The last chapter, thanks a lot for reading till the end 🤗 Love y'all my readers 😘

As she did Possibly-Shawn barked, “Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing. Stay right there.” Again, Dannie didn’t answer. Her focus was entirely on the pile of ash that sat where the black book had been. What happened to the book? Did she do that or… Her head swam and she couldn’t breathe. Dannie stumbled back away from the counter, losing her balance, and fell back onto the floor. Pain shot into her hip and up her arm. She started to sit up when the nozzle of the rifle was in her face.

Their laughter followed me into the emptiness. The pain was fading now. I knew what that meant. I was dying. Really dying this time. Not the fake death Brock had staged for himself. This was real. My blood pooled warm beneath me. The stone path felt cold against my cheek. Above me, stars blinked in the night sky. They looked so far away. So peaceful. I tried to move my fingers but they wouldn't respond. I tried to call out for Emma one last time but no sound came from my broken throat. Everything was shutting down. My body was giving up after two years of fighting, starving, and suffering.