Guess I'll Just Die Novels & Stories

Amy said as she got up. She extended her hand, and Jane handed her the tablet again. She stared at the picture of Mr. J again and touched it gently. “His death is approaching nearer..."

Right then I made one decision a goal to conquer. JENNA MUST DIE.

He'd eventually found an opportunity to kill me. After my death, I'd lingered as a ghost, unable to move on. I had followed Jack and Kate, watching them live their twisted, off-and-on lives. In the end, they were happy together. It wasn't until Kate botched another surgery and an enraged patient stabbed her in the heart that I saw darkness again. And when I opened my eyes, I was back here, the day before that ill-fated surgery. … Staring at the sterile white ceiling, I could still feel the ache in my abdomen from the pre-op injections.

All he could think about was my injured figure. "I'm Theo. Liam's dead." His words left Mia completely stupefied. It took her ages before she finally managed to shriek, "What the hell are you saying? Are you telling me that I've been getting in bed with my mate's brother every night?" "That's right, and you did it knowingly, too!"

But the moment Young Group began to collapse, Nicolas wasted no time selling off his shares, pocketing the money, and vanishing without a trace. In that moment, her world shattered. All she could think about was how much better things would have been with me by her side. She believed I'd have stepped in and fixed the mess. One thought gnawed at her relentlessly—she missed me, and she regretted everything. I shook off her grip, irritation flaring in my chest. "You think you can just say it's over and that's it? Those stories about my mom being a homewrecker are still plastered all over the internet. You think my so-called brother just showed up out of nowhere?"

she demanded. If I explained, would she believe me? I had explained myself countless times before. But every single time, she thought I was just making excuses. All it ever did was push her closer and closer to Irving. I gave a hollow smile, my voice tinged with a quiet sense of resignation. "Either way, I've lost everything. I might as well die." The color drained from Natalia's face. She grabbed my collar tightly, and there seemed to be tears shimmering in her eyes.

"No way. I bet he was faking it before. Now that Fletcher's the one crashing, he came back just to enjoy the show." I ignored their words and locked my gaze intently on Fletcher, shouting into the distance, "Hey, Fletcher! Weren't you supposed to have god-tier stamina? I heard you dropped flat under barely a mile! Maybe you're just nothing but fake hype!" "And you're full of shit!" Fletcher snapped back, trembling with rage. "It was you! You used some dirty trick on me!" "I did?" I raised a brow, continuing, "I'm just a weakling, remember? How can I dream of sabotaging the so-called legend of the freshman orientation? Or are you saying I weakened you with telepathy?"

I was wrong, I don't know myself. All the facts, I admit it. Is it possible? Could this be the end for us. Game feeling really makes you crazy. This is not die conscience. This is my passion. Ket's see together. We are trapped. I cry. ******

I know deep down that I am done for. ##########

Don't Say You Love me - Fifth Harmony 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Crushed! Die! Down! Dying! How to describe my current condition. I'm down. I feel like dying. I did not expect my fate ended tragically like this. Who wants herself like this? Nothing! Only one thing I can do. Cry! After three days of slumping, I shut myself in the room and could only cry. I remember, for three days, only one meal entered my stomach. Miraculously my stomach always feels full.