Dying Changes Everything Novels & Stories

He came back from another one of his around the world business meetings to come and talk to me, /// "I know we don't always talk much, the first time we met, I knew exactly why you were in danger, because you are beautiful, and many people want you as theirs, when you and Alec went out and came back and were hurt, I hate seeing you get hurt, please don't leave, I bonded with you tending to your injuries, if you die, I will never be able to help you with your injuries, and we will never joke about again. Come back to us Dahlia, come back to us please" // "I want you to hear this, but the nurse said you probably wouldn't, unless you've been hearing us the whole time, which is crazy because tha

I’ve always believed in fairy tales like Prince Charmings and Mr Rights until the strange, drop-dead gorgeous loner I loved all my life turned me down without a backward glance… Ten years ago Janelle’s POV I watch through the blinding tears pouring down my eyes, my heart slamming against my chest as my father’s coffin is lowered into the ground and slowly covered with sand. The faint scent of coming rain and the strong smell of freshly dug soil fill the air and make me nauseous. My elder sister and the only surviving family member squeeze my arm reassuringly.

My breathing quickened as the crushing reality settled over me. I was dying.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

I always remembered the disgusted look on his face when he said, “Moon, don’t act like a spoiled child, and don’t expect me to help you. You’re not like everyone else. You killed the people I loved.” Suddenly, I felt a wave of sadness. Even as a spirit, I could still feel emotions. In any case, they easily decided on my final plans, and I approved of their decision. After the cremation, I would not have to stay in this world anymore. Three days later, I started to fade away as I was pushed into the incinerator. Nathan seemed to feel my presence. With tears in his eyes, he looked up and almost yelled, “Moon, it’s me! Why won’t you see me? I know I was wrong. I’m sorry.

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

The Hollow roared furiously. “SHE IS DEAD.” The alternate Silas closed his eyes briefly. Pain crossed his face openly. “Yes.” The answer came gently. Honestly. No denial. No collapse. Just truth. The Hollow froze again. Because it expected despair. Not acceptance. The alternate version slowly looked upward. Tears continued falling. “But death isn’t the same as never existing.” The city became completely silent. People throughout the marketplace held their breath. The creator stared at him carefully. The void beside my Silas trembled softly.

⸻ “She needs the medicine tonight.” ⸻ “She finished the last dose already,” Damien said grimly. ⸻ Elias froze briefly. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “There’s no medicine left.” ⸻ Silence. Even the footsteps behind us suddenly felt distant. ⸻ “That’s impossible,” Elias said quietly. ⸻ “It’s reality.” ⸻ Elias looked back at me differently after that. Not with pity. With realization. ⸻ “You’re dying,” he said softly.

My coworker, Tyra Robb, stood beside my desk with one hand on her belly, her voice low. "Stella, there are some boxes in storage. Come help me move them." Last time, I gave in and went with her. Half an hour later, she collapsed in the fire stairwell, blood all over the floor. When she woke up, she pointed at me through tears. "Stella made me move those boxes. She even pushed me." I got fired, sued, and lost everything. My dad died. My mom lost her mind. And I ended up on the roof of the office building. Only after I died did I learn she'd been stringing along eight guys at once. Given Tyra's history of multiple miscarriages, the baby never stood a chance anyway. This time, I didn't

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 There’s nothing more heartbreaking than losing a close friend. I didn’t let myself process Darcy’s murder. Not really. I locked that part of myself up because I thought I had to. I was sick so it made it quite easy for me to ignore most of it. Then I found out Reeves was dead too—killed alongside Darcy like they were nothing but pawns in someone else's sick game. And something in my head just… stopped working right. Like grief jammed the gears, all I could do was focus on the next step, the next threat.