Novel & Cerita Dying Wishes

I always thought I’d die satisfied with my reign, with what I am leaving behind, but at this very moment I realise just how less I have actually lived. Regret that I will never be able to express the way I feel for the pretty little blond princess who turned out to be mine, regret that I’ll never hear her whisper those three words to me… I’ll die with her heart-wrenching screams in my ear… I wish someone told the living that when we are dying don’t scream, don’t tell us to come back, but tell us how you feel and that we’ll meet again. I wish… I had more time, but the poison is spreading through me rapidly. I’ll be dead before they can help me…

Roger Every person has one wish that they will do anything to achieve. A goal for which they sacrifice their whole lives. This desire is deeply rooted within their hearts and serves as a driving force that propels them forward, even in the face of adversity. I have one wish like that too: I would like to fulfill a goal that has kept me roaming aimlessly in this world for hundreds of years. That is death. I want to die, but my cruel fate doesn’t allow me to die either. Every day, I am burdened by the weight of immortality, unable to escape the eternal cycle of life. The longing for release consumes me as I yearn for the peace that death promises.

"Ooh and my bad day all happened for a reason and you'd set it all up so I could come to The Flying Goat tonight and you poisoned the desserts and now I'm going to die." "Right. Because you were my hit." I snap my fingers. "It all makes sense now!" "Any last words? Dying wish before I feed you to the fishes?" Tapping my chin, I pretend to think on it. "World peace seems like too big of a request. I don't really care about getting my car or hot water heater fixed since I'll be dead soon. So, nope. Just let me go. None of it matters once I'm in the afterlife and can haunt you."

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.

"Stay put and think about what you've done. When you've learned your lesson, we'll let you out." "No…" The word barely made it past my throat. I couldn't force out anything more. The allergic reaction spread through me, making my body swell. The cancer spread unchecked. It felt like thousands of ants crawling beneath my skin. Suffocation… Pain… Relentless itching and numbness… I regretted everything. My deepest regret was ever becoming part of this family. My senses slowly faded, one by one, until the last tear slid down my cheek. I didn't know how much time had passed before my eyes finally closed.

" Every single word out of his mouth was a knife, and with each sentence, my heart turned to ice. The fragile hope that had just flared up inside me was brutally snuffed out. Wyatt's lips curved, and he looked almost pleased with himself. He took the food and water that had been placed in the coffin, then said casually, "You're going to die anyway, so there's no point wasting these on you. I'll leave the oxygen tank, though. I want you to last a few more days. It's just a shame you won't be able to make it to our wedding."

"How dare you hurt my daughter? Who do you think you are?" He didn't hold back. As Zoey fell down, she knocked into the wine barrel behind her and shattered it. A sharp piece of wood tore into her back. Blood quickly spread across the floor as pain drove her into a cold sweat. Yet, she dared not make a sound and curled into a ball on the ground. Everyone knew my family had immense influence in Lendwest. We could do whatever we wanted. For us, making someone vanish was almost effortless. Her voice shook beyond recognition. "I'm sorry. I had no idea Daisy was from the Graham family, and I didn't realize she was unwell. I was just joking with her…" Her voice trailed off unconfidently.

… Dad sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, his eyes hollow and empty. A police officer sat beside him, keeping his tone as gentle as possible. "The autopsy results will be out soon. Then, we'll be able to determine the cause of death. We will get to the bottom of this and make sure no death goes unjustly unresolved." Dad nodded numbly, saying nothing. The corridor was very quiet. A pair of high heels stopped right in front of him. Dad slowly lifted his head and met a cold, sharp face. My mother, Jodie Piper, looked down at him with red-rimmed eyes. There wasn't a shred of warmth in her gaze.

"This says... 'In the event of cognitive failure or physical incapacity exceeding 80%, terminate life support immediately. Do not attempt resuscitation. Do not use artificial ventilation. Do not use magic.'" "Magic?" Sarah asked, looking up. "It is a metaphor," Cale said quickly. "For... experimental treatments. Unproven science." "Okay. And... 'Disposal of remains: Cremation. Ashes to be mixed with spouse's ashes. Scatter location: Coordinates 45.9 N, 123.9 W.'" "That is the cliff," Elion whispered. "Outside our house." "Yes," Cale said. "The point of origin." Sarah looked at Elion. "And you, Mr. Marrow? Do you have similar wishes?"

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.