Even If I Die Its You Novels & Stories

“NO! IF ANYONE DESERVED TO DIE, IT WAS HIM, AND IF I COULD BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE JUST TO KILL HIM AGAIN, I FUCKING WOULD!” “So, if any of you think I should die, well, here I am, come here and kill me. And if I die, well, you get to bury me too, and if you die, then you’ll get a nice burial too. But if any of you spineless cowards break into my house, kidnap me, drag me off into the woods to try and hurt me or kill me, then I can promise you that a burial is the last thing you’ll ever get from me!”

I get what you’re saying mum, that’s why I love you “, she said batting her artificial lashes. “Your daughter, Bianca is dead”, Elizabeth said to John Wembley who could hardly sit upright till he heard her words and gripped her wrist tightly, trying to suppress the pain in his lungs.”Wh-why d-did you kill her?”John asked still gripping her with trembling arms .”I didn’t even get the chance to kill her, John” Don’t act like I’m the devil or something “, Elizabeth said as she loosened herself from his weak grip and stood beside him.”Prepare your mind to attend a funeral, I mean, your daughter’s funeral “, that’s all I wanted to say love ”, Elizabeth whispered into his ear and chuckled as she m

The last thing he needed was attention. As he rounded the corner, he slowed to a walk, breathing steadily. A little boy on a scooter raced past him on the sidewalk, followed by a woman who looked like his mother. They laughed. Luke stopped for a moment, watching them, a familiar ache stirring inside him. He didn't think of his parents' death as often as he used to anymore, but the pain never truly disappeared.

He declared to the world that I was his wife, the only legal family he had without blood ties. He didn't entertain the guests or drink a single drop of alcohol. When they lowered my casket into the ground, he reserved a space beside me—a place for himself. "Mia, I love you." A bitter smile touched my heart as the world dissolved around me. In death, you finally learned to love me.

“What do you mean I am going to die?” He held my gaze and the answer came quiet and final. “That is all I am going to say. I was told you would die. I am trying to protect you. I cannot live this life without you. If you die I will not stay behind. I will not continue breathing in a world that no longer holds you.”

Nesryn looked right into my eyes. “Vivamus, moriendum est. A quote from your world which means — let us live, for we must die. When you know you’re gonna die, why don’t you live as you always wanted to? Yeah, maybe you will die sooner because you offend someone or you disobey someone, but you’ll be happy and grateful to yourself that even if for a second, you lived your life on your terms.” She cleared her throat, her voice slightly hoarse.

“Because I’m coming for you.” This isn’t a prayer. This is a promise. You wanted me dead? Let’s see who dies first.

“She is ours. Tangere illam, et morieris.” His words, low and chilling, echoed in the suddenly silent clubhouse. *Touch her, and you die*.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

SERRA “Bruce!” I called running after him, again. “Stop, Serra. You’re getting on my nerves.” He increased his pace making me do the same. “Bruce just listen–” He halted and faced me harshly. “If ever I die it’s none of your business, Serra. I’d rather die than seeing you every day.” His words were like burning arrows fired at me. He walked away leaving me hopeless. “You tried your part, Serra. It’s not your fault if he dies,” a familiar voice uttered from behind.