Dying Stories Novels & Stories

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.

A memory that lived in the body not the mind. *Flash Back* “You have to take care of your sister Victoria,” her mom cried. Their house was on fire. “Mom you can make it, come out please” Lydia cried. Her dad was still inside. Victoria and Lydia cried as the house blew up, they watched their parents die in their eyes. January 2nd 2008 on the day of Lydia's parents ' burial. The two girls were standing in front of two coffins. Their eyes swallowed from crying. Lydia was still 7 years old and Victoria was 17 years old.

Doyin retorted, "I know that you are pretending, and I know that you have many things to tell me" Mr Coker said, "I don't have any exciting stories, and If I open up to you what I have gone through In life, you will shed tears" Doyin explained, "Okay, okay, I don't want to shed tears, and I don't want to see you sobbing" Mr Coker said, "Thank you"Doyin said, "Sir, can you tell me Interesting stories about you" Doyin said,

I stand near the edge of the upper balcony, holding a fresh crystal glass of blood-red wine, watching the Mercer family fracture from within. Talon steps up beside me, his hands folded neatly behind his back. "Don't let them ruin your appetite, Harper." I take a slow sip of the rich liquid, my eyes narrowing. "They don't have the power to ruin anything for me, Talon." The Harper who would have cried over Grayson Mercer died the night he abandoned her in the Hollowfang Woods. Yet, as I stare down at the sparkling wine, a sharp, sudden ache throbbed deep within my chest cavity—a residual phantom pain left behind by the original soul of this body. The poor, fragile human-born Harper who loved G

"You think just because your parents are dead, the rest of us have to treat you like a princess? I've put up with it, fine. But Brianna is not your punching bag." Everything went still. I stared at him like I was looking at a stranger. My parents died because they were heroes. They stepped in to save someone and were killed for it. I didn't even find out until sophomore year, when the man who did it was finally caught. The day I went to the cemetery, both Dexter and Brianna stood at my mother's grave and swore they'd take care of me, that they'd never let me be hurt. Now one of them was crying like I was the one who'd wronged her, and the other had his arms locked around her, looking at me l

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

The next time I heard about Alexia, it was said that she couldn't handle the pressure and had jumped from a building. Wesley couldn't survive the blow and passed away soon after. The Cavanaugh family completely collapsed, leaving only Sean behind, broken and barely holding on. Marcus neglected his family business, and his company steadily declined. Every day, he left comments on my videos online, begging me to come back. To me, all of it was like a gust of wind blowing past, leaving no trace. Jacqueline pushed the door open just then. "Ophelia, it's time." Smiling at her, I straightened my back and held my head high as I stepped onto the stage under the spotlight.

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.

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

Not only spoiling fawaz but many kids too, she loves children. She thought maybe when she is nice to them she will get her own bundle of joy running around the house. She served herself and Khadija in the same plate, sipping the cold drink. She thought about her mother. She missed her so much, her mother died due to anaemia and since then nafisa has been researching on the disease . "Hey, you seem out"Khadija said acknowledging her cousin's mood. Nafisa shrugged it off with a nothing which came out barely as a whisper. They ate the food in silence.