Dying Wishes Novels & Stories

"He should not have had to be offered money. He should not have been dismissed." "No," Bisi agreed quietly. "He should not have been." "This is his way of making it right. From the grave. On his own terms. Making me marry the grandson." "Is that how you see it?" Nancy looked at her hands. "How else should I see it?" Bisi was quiet for a moment. Outside, a radio played from a neighboring house — something old and sweet and complicated. "Your father told me other things," Bisi said at last. "About the dismissal. About what actually happened. Things I have not told you because you were young, and then because you were grieving, and then because the time never seemed right and the dead cannot de

I was barely alive when I was rushed through the emergency entrance. In my daze, I saw Alessio passing by me with Camelia still in his arms. Throughout the whole process, he never once looked back at me. The doors to the emergency room slowly closed, and the urgent beeping of machines could be heard. The doctor was frantically shouting something, but I couldn't make out what it was. I began to lose consciousness. As I faced death, there was only one thought in my mind. "Alessio, I can never marry you now. Will my death sadden you?"

"So tell us, what are you trying to get out of the Hayes family? "Wait, no." After speaking, Seth leaned closer to me with a provocative look. "First, prove whether this person actually died or if you're making it up." I suppressed the rage burning inside me and looked at Scarlett once more. "Sign the papers." Seth smiled mockingly. "You really think you're something special, don't you? "Scarlett, just sign it already. What kind of stunt is this supposed to be? Who's he trying to scare?

Him ending up in the hospital was his fucking karma. "That woman is such a magnet of death, first her child then Mr Nash. She gives me the creeps." Annette one of the women said. "Right? Who knows she killed her son to get Alimony from Devon and is probably doing the same to Mr Emmette to get half of his property." Kathy said as I chuckled slushing my wine back and forth against the transparent glass. A hand gripped tightly to my wrist.

"I can't stand the thought of you with another woman, Leon. Please, just give me one more chance, okay?" Her words tumbled out. "If you're set on a marriage alliance, doesn't it make no difference who it is? So why can't it be me? We know each other. We loved each other. Isn't that better?" "And…" she paused. "I'll sell all my shares in Young Group. I'll use every penny to support your position at Zucker Group. I'm begging you. Please, don't marry someone else." I sneered, unmoved. "Young Group's on its last legs, isn't it? What are your shares worth now? Save your breath."

"You're wrong, Kevin. I left you because that's what you wanted. Have you forgotten what you said on your birthday?" I stared at him, unflinching, watching every minuscule twitch in his expression as each word I uttered landed like shards of glass—cutting, cruel, deliberate. His face cracked with every syllable, unraveling before my eyes. What had he said that day? Oh yes. He'd said, "Cate is obedient. If one day she dies in Audrey's place, well, that would be a blessing for her."

Blake stood beside her, his voice cold. Dina looked up, her small face full of tears, looking extremely miserable. Blake, did you not hear what Dr. Zuri said just now? She said that Avery was going to die very soon, that she would be dead in less than two months! But how could two months be enough? “Do you know what Avery's wish is? She wanted to be with you, wash your clothes, cook your meals, give you children, and live with you forever, but she couldn't do it …"

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

I wish I could see I wish I could know what is this… know everything I wish I would never get lost I wish I was never lonely… I wish I was not weak and that my hard work always pays I wish I could get through everything with logic I wish I could use law to my advantage I wish to never get sick and never suffer from illness ever again I wish I could see through lies and all barriers… But what I wish more than anything… I don’t want to die a meaningless death! At that moment… making wishes inside the abyss, begging for a second chance, was all I could do. But if it works… if there is the slightest chance for it to work, I have to try! If I can live… if I can survive even, if the probability is

I proceeded to my room, in order to drop my bags and freshen up, but I abruptly stopped, as I heard the sound of whispering voices coming from the kitchen. I could recognized them to be Amber, the family's chef, and Riley, the head of the staffs. Their voices were quite low, but audible enough to be heard. I dropped my bags on the floor, and tiptoed to the direction the voices were coming from, so as to hear them clearer. "....and it so bad she is in the dark, she knows absolutely nothing about it." Amber's throaty voice crackled. "Well... She just needs to divert the energy she has been channeling into her dieing career. Things will become better for her perhaps." Riley replied, and they bo