Dying Stories Novels & Stories

Dying on the floor of the facility he built. Taking the final kill code with him.

Grief moves quietly, so little ears won’t hear SARAH: “Our baby is dying. Our firstborn is dying, and we can’t save her.” AMON: “Two years. Two years of fighting, suffering, hoping. And we’re going to lose her anyway.” SARAH: “I can’t do this. I can’t watch her die. I can’t survive losing her.” AMON: “We don’t have a choice. She’s dying whether we can survive it or not.” SARAH: “How do we tell her? How do we look at our daughter and say," ‘You’re dying, the cancer won, we failed you’?”

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny Rebirth and Love - Rebirth of love Fated mates and rejection - His unwanted mate, His unwanted human mate. Please try giving them a read as well and I am sure you will love them. With love, Author Sree.

he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I have heard stories where someone who died in a particular place comes to live a different life in another place; even get married and give birth to children" "Even give birth to children?" he inquired shocked, David had never heard of such. "Yes, living happily with their spouses" "This is interesting. So how do you get rid of them because you can't kill what is already dead right?" he asked laughing to make it seem like a joke concealing his dismay. "Let me tell you a true story which will better answer your numerous questions…"

😌💙💙😍 Me. Hi, girls! I need you guys right now! It's urgent! It's a matter of life and death o!! I checked if they were online and it turns out they were not online. After waiting for what seemed like hours, Mitchelle and Christabel finally replied. Bel.🦋💗 What is it, babe? Are you alright? Mich.💘💘 Matter of life and death? Wetin sup?! Me. Uhmm. It's not really serious o.

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.

"Every night." One by one, they all admitted it. The fear. The doubt. The terror of what was coming. And somehow, that made it better. Knowing I wasn't alone. "I need to tell you all something," I continued. "About my life. About why I died." I told them everything. About Sarah and the kids. About the drugs. About dying alone. I laid it all out, every shameful detail. When I finished, I expected judgment. Disgust. But instead, Bree spoke.

How could a dead person have pushed her? However, Dad believed her. He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around Ms. Ritter. "Don't cry, I'm here. I won't let him bully you anymore," he said as he patted her back. I froze abruptly and stared at Dad in a daze. He looked at my body lying on the floor with disgust. "Since he's so determined to play dead and get out of donating blood, then I won't cover for him either. Get back every drop that was spilled—insert the needle and draw his blood again. Let's see how much longer he can keep up this act!"

Story 8: The Secretary’s Secret Mr. Voss stroked his thick cock lazily as he watched the two naked women fingering each other, their breasts pressed tightly together, nipples rubbing sensually. “Anything goes,” he said darkly. “Use your fingers, your mouths, your bodies — do whatever it takes to make the other cum first. The one who cums loses and gets fired. Begin.”

He stared at me in disbelief, his expression flickering between embarrassment and hurt, as if he couldn't believe I would treat him with such disgust. "Ian, have you forgotten how I begged you that day? I was on my knees like a dog, telling you I had a chronic heart arrhythmia and that I felt like I was dying. Yet you didn't believe me. You did nothing as they poured the high-concentration drink, coffee, and liquor down my throat. Did you even realize they could kill me? You were my boyfriend, but you were busy flirting with Zoey. Now you don't have to hide anymore. You can be with her openly, because I'm dumping you, you bastard. Get out!"