Dying Changes Everything Novels & Stories

"The real Hope. The girl who saved us. The one who loved us. Fight. Please. Come back." For a second, just a second, something flickers in her mismatched eyes. Recognition. Pain. Love. Then it's gone. Swallowed by void. "There is no me. There's only us. The True Voids. The ending. The nothing." She raises her hand. The transformation accelerates. All five of us convulsing. Changing. Dying. Then Zephyr screams. Different from before. Final. Absolute. His eyes go completely black. His body shifts to shadow. His voice becomes silence.

Demanding I do something instead of hiding. I closed my eyes and saw Malachi's face again. Pale. Dying. Whispering my name with his last breath. And I knew, with terrible certainty, that everything was about to change. Whether I wanted it to or not.

A year later, I sat in the campus cafe stirring my latte, half-listening to a group of girls gossiping at the next table. "Did you hear? That girl from last year—Louisa Carter—her whole family's done for." "That's old news. Her parents sold their house to pay off the million-plus compensation, and it still wasn't enough. They've been hauling bricks at construction sites every day just to survive. I heard both of them collapsed from exhaustion. They're still hospitalized."

Ang notebook na naglalaman ng lahat ng list niya at mga kwentong nangyari sa kan'ya. Binuksan kong muli ang notebook na binigay n'ya at muling binasa ang mga laman nito. "DIARY OF THE DYING" Living My Final Days with a Grateful Heart Muli akong napaluha ng mabasa ang unang pahina nito. Bakit sa dinami-dami ng tao sa mundo, s'ya pa ang dinapuan ng sakit na 'yon at kung bakit s'ya agad ang kinuha. Ang daming masasamang nilalang na hindi na nararapat pang mabuhay pero bakit kung sino pa ang maraming pangarap at dapat pagkalooban nito ay sila pa ang pinagkaitan.

He smirked, the intensity in his eyes making my stomach churn. “Welcome to my world.” I left the office, my legs shaky, my mind spinning. Dominic Daze didn’t remember me—yet. But I knew it was only a matter of time. And when he found out the truth about Liam… everything would change.

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.

She has always been your enemy. She is dying. Dying people are desperate. He sets the newspaper down. Dying people will say anything. They will do anything. They will use anyone. They will lie. They will manipulate. They will do whatever it takes to feel like they have done something good. They will do whatever it takes to feel forgiven.

At last, Dad, who'd been silent the whole time, finally spoke. "In that case, let's go ahead and cut ties. Go live your life with Wilson." Jessica's face turned deathly pale. She had never imagined that Dad would actually agree to disown her. She always thought she was the rightful heir to the Dawson family. No matter what she did, our parents would never give up on her. But all I felt was a deep, inescapable sorrow. I truly believed that we were still a family regardless of what happened. We'd support each other and face everything together.

"I can't let Audrey become their target. Cate is obedient. If one day she dies in Audrey's place, well, that would be a blessing for her." Audrey smiled, lips pressed into a perfect little curve. I was still frozen in place. Numb. Like my body had been drained of heat, like my oversized mascot costume was suddenly letting the cold seep in. Just one year ago, I had stumbled upon a dying Kevin in the alley behind the restaurant where I worked. I hadn't wanted to get involved—I knew trouble when I saw it—but he had gasped, flipped over, and clutched my ankle with blood-streaked fingers.

All I had to do was go to sleep, and everything would be okay, but when I opened my eyes next, I realized I was floating in the air. My physical self had expired next to the car, while my assistant, Kara Sawyer, turned pale as she tried to stop the bleeding on my forehead by carefully placing tissue on it. The young woman's eyes were red as she called out to me softly, "Please wake up, Madison… Just hold on a little longer. Don't go to sleep." I wanted to wipe the tears from her face, but my fingers went through her. When I looked at the pale face below me, which had stopped breathing, I realized I was dead, and all I could do was look apologetically at Kara.