Dying Changes Everything Novels & Stories

"Stay put and think about what you've done. When you've learned your lesson, we'll let you out." "No…" The word barely made it past my throat. I couldn't force out anything more. The allergic reaction spread through me, making my body swell. The cancer spread unchecked. It felt like thousands of ants crawling beneath my skin. Suffocation… Pain… Relentless itching and numbness… I regretted everything. My deepest regret was ever becoming part of this family. My senses slowly faded, one by one, until the last tear slid down my cheek. I didn't know how much time had passed before my eyes finally closed.

His face was contorted with rage and hate. Eden suddenly lost the strength to speak. She stared at Mateo, who was threatening to end his life just to get rid of her, and felt swept over by a wave of exhaustion and lethargy. After a long silence, she finally spoke, “Fine, I'll go.” It was bound to happen sooner or later. She never planned to stay anyway. Thereafter, Cedric wore a smile on his face everywhere he went. His usual menacing aura had melted away due to sheer joy.

As a matter of fact, being with her felt comfortable and grounding. On the night of my official enrollment, Mom called. She told me that Maya had died. The court case was about to start, but Wayne couldn’t resist gambling one last time and lost badly. Unable to pay the debt, he secretly handed Maya over to loan sharks, and she didn’t make it. After hanging up, I let out a sigh. Beside me, Jane asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” I turned to her, smiling. “It’s nothing important. “I heard you’re still single. Do you think I might have a chance?”

After meeting Daniel , it was like I was living in color now, but my previous life had all been black and white. Watching my dad die had been brutal. At the end, he could barely shuffle to the bathroom without help. His body had been riddled with cancer that had spread. He was weak and in pain. My life had been on hold. I wasn't like Quinn. I couldn't leave him or my mom like that. I'd done everything I could to help but I hadn't lived. Maybe that's why, when the opportunity arose, I got the hell out of there. I needed a change. This new life I was living was most certainly a change. I was elated, eager for each new moment for the first time in I don't know when. It wasn't just because of my

"You're..." Suddenly the world around me becomes eerily silent. I can't hear anymore. My head feels heavy and I have this horrible feeling of drowning. I begin to gasp for breath as my windpipe constricts. I think about Thor then. I also think about Ash. The last thing on my mind before everywhere is thrown into darkness is... "I'm dying" *** Thor's POV

The magic of the night vanished and the spectacular trainwreck of my life settled over me. I had a terminal brain tumor. I had zero dollars to my name. I walked out on my billionaire husband and I possessed exactly one set of clothes. My head throbbed and a wave of nausea rolled through my stomach. The tumor was throwing a party in my skull to remind me the clock was ticking. I sank into the plastic chair by the door and rested my head in my hands. “I have nowhere to go,” I admitted. The words tasted bitter on my tongue. Lucas turned away from the window and studied me. “You walked out on a billionaire alpha with no backup plan?”

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

Unknown time until everything changes. The countdown has begun.

Help me become strong enough. The smoke reached back. I stopped fighting. Stopped controlling. Surrendered. My body dissolved. Flesh became mist. Bone became vapor. I stopped being solid and became... scattered. Silver smoke where a woman had been. Terror crashed through me. I was dying. Disappearing. Ceasing to exist— The bond flared. Darius. Anchoring me. Reminding me I was still real. Still present. Just... changed. I held the form. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen.

Laughing until our sides hurt. Waking up next to him every morning. A future. A life. A forever with him by my side. “How did it come to this?” I choked out, slamming a fist weakly against the floor. “How the hell am I alone in a supply closet—dying?! At twenty-fucking-five?!” My voice cracked into a scream. “I don’t want to die!” I curled in on myself. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t—”