Dying Wishes Novels & Stories

I brushed my hands on his shoulders, causing him to chuckle. “Unlike you, I am ready to die at any moment. And my dying wish is to die in Emily’s arms. You see…” He rolled his shoulders and pulled down my hand from his shoulder. “I have lived. I have loved… And I am ready to leave this world with whatever I did behind. You want to go to the media and tell the world everything I have done… go ahead. Whatever they say will wash over my coffin because I will be long dead. And you…” He left the words hanging, causing my stomach to drop into a pit with annoyance as it coasted to the surface.

He inserted his dick into me and began to move fast and rough movements. When he did what he wanted, he left me motionless on the floor. "Hope you die slowly and painfully, bitch." he said and spat at me. The only thing I could see was that his partner Michael was standing up. Apparently the wound was only superficial. "Tom .." "Come on, Mike, let's get out of here. This bitch is dead anyway," he looked at me, knowing I was on the verge of death. They left me to die alone and helpless in that shack. He killed my husband in front of me. I stood there for hours, praying to die.

I answered curtly. "Brilliant." He grinned grimly, showcasing his rows of sharp teeth. Dazzlingly white and pointed. The blank piece of paper that sat on top of the briefcase began to bleed with words and formed sentences. "I, Death, agree to grant Reniella De Vega a single wish if she successfully collects the soul of Deshawn Cervantes within the time period," he read out from memory. Then, he fished a ballpoint pen from the inside of his suit jacket and placed it next to the paper.

Subject: IWantToDieDaintyCastillio Message: Hello, my name is Dainty Castillo, female, and I am 22 years old. My address is 1234 Juan Street, Dos City. I wish to die for financial reasons. I’d like to acquire enough money to compensate my family for the losses they’ve suffered because of my actions. I murdered my entire family. I submitted my message as soon as I finished filling out the form. All I have to do now is wait for them to respond. I’m not sure whether Live Suicide is true, but nothing is stopping me from trying because I have nothing to lose.

“ The voice cried. Anguish and frustration vibrated off her voice. And if there was any wish I could make,” Jayden should die!" This would be my wish cause once he died from his mysterious illness, I'll be able to die and say goodbye to this sinful world.

He finally looked at me, confusion replacing the sadness in his eyes. "What are you talking about?" he asked slowly. I took a deep breath. "The dying wish, Owen." "I had a rare illness and it was my final wish to be with you... it was a lie." I watched the realization hit him. The confusion drained away, leaving emptiness in his eyes. "What?" he whispered. "I'm not dying, Owen! I never was! I had a perfectly clean bill of health! I just wanted you! And it worked!" I replied, my voice thick with regret.

Judging. Dawn stood before them. Before everyone. Before all witnesses. "I am Dawn. I was the First Dark. I chose existence. I became something. I loved. I connected. I mattered. And now I choose to end. Choose to die. Choose to sacrifice. Not because existence is terrible. Because existence is valuable. Not because something is painful. Because something is meaningful. Not because love hurts. Because love is worth dying for. My death proves this. My sacrifice demonstrates this. My ending shows this. Watch me. Feel me. Understand me. I die willingly. I die gladly. I die lovingly. Because existence is worth dying to protect. Because love is worth sacrificing to prove. Because meaning is worth

"You only have a little amount of time,you have to hold them,really tight,and stare at them so close,so they won't get away. Then you tell them,that they aren't going to leave you just like that,you make them happy,happy that they leave this world smiling,not sober" I sighed. "You're scared" "Pardon?" "You're not just scared of your loved one dying, you're scared that you won't be able to move on" "I have to go"I said,and pulled out some cash from my back pocket. "Thank you"the driver said,and I got out,my mind a mess,"hey! Sir?!" I turned back,"Happy New year!"the driver yelled,and all the other drivers on the road yelled a happy New year,I wasn't sure it was to me. To me,they just wished e

I didn't know what he was thinking. He slowly approached my body and pressed his fingers to my neck, seemingly wanting to verify that I was dead. I wondered whether he would cremate me. The urn was right beside me, so he should understand what I wanted. Of course, there wasn't anything I could do if he pretended not to know and went against my wishes. I floated in mid-air and played with my fingernails, feeling bored. Then, I caught the gleam of tears in Gary's eyes. I widened my eyes in shock, unable to believe what I'd just seen.

She was so weak that her voice was inaudible. Even if the nurse did not like the child, she still sympathized as Rory was going to die. As such, she leaned down to hear better, asking softly, "Yes? What are you trying to say?" Rory gasped softly, clearly laboring just to breathe a sentence, "Can you send Daddy a text… tell him… I'm going to die… I want to see him one last time… very, very much…" As she finished, her breathing turned even weaker as it took her all her strength, while she leveled a pleading gaze at the nurse.