Guess I'll Just Die Novels & Stories

The screen kept flashing, and the relentless ringing of incoming calls pierced the air, one after another, like a death knell. Even through the phone, I could practically feel the hellish despair and panic they were going through right now. Judging by the time, the trap Lucille had set up with the thugs had probably sprung. Right now, those three guys were likely pinned under the boots of those very thugs, forced to take scandalous photos. My lips curled into a smirk. I held down the power button and shut off my phone. The room fell into complete darkness and silence. This "old mother hen" wasn't going to save them this time around. Good luck to them.

"Oh, my goodness! Is that actually Eli?" She tutted and shook her head, saying, "It's such a shame. Isn't he only 16 years old this year? That's fate for you—he finally made it to his birthday, but he still couldn't pull through…" "It's not Eli," Grandma suddenly said, her voice chillingly calm. "That's not Eli?" Marge was stunned. She blinked in surprise and leaned in further, finally getting a clear look at my face. "I-Is that Ash?" She raised her voice sharply, asking, "Did Ash actually die? How can it be Ash? Isn't it supposed to be Eli?"

I had brought the letter. I had read it to him, standing in front of the stone with my coat pulled tight and the city making its usual noise somewhere behind the trees, and I had said everything I should have said years ago when I still thought I understood what his death had been, before I knew it was not just loss but the first act of something that had eventually reached all the way to me.

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

I know you've got the best intentions Just trying to find the right words to say I promise, I've already learned my lesson But right now, I wanna be not okay I'm so tired, sitting here waiting If I hear one more "Just be patient" It's always gonna stay the same... So let me just give up So let me just let go If this isn't good for me Well, I don't wanna know Let me just stop trying Let me just stop fighting I don't want your good advice or reasons why I'm alright

Not even if I die. Never.

I am dead…. ****

"That will do, Ed if she can say that before your parents. An obstacle between us will be cleared off." But, he didn't answer. Instead, he reached for the heavy velvet curtain and pulled it shut, saying arrogantly, "A little sunburn will do nothing to you until you decide what's best for you, Sonya." He was leaving me to ash! He didn't know after rebirth my strength was weekend and I could not tolerate sun as much as I used to. I collapsed against the door, the rays hitting my shoulders like molten lead. I closed my eyes, bracing for the familiar agony of my previous death, when suddenly, a shadow, massive and cold, fell over me.

"A troublemaker like you will only bring disaster to the family. You should just die!" The word "die" was all my mind grabbed onto. Instinctively, I obeyed the command. I'd noticed earlier that one of the windows didn't have any safety bars. While Regina and Calista were busy arguing, I climbed onto the windowsill and jumped. My body fell through the air. The wind roared in my ears. The ground kept getting closer with every passing second. Above, I saw their horrified faces pressed against the windows. With a deafening crash, I hit the ground like a watermelon smashed against concrete.

If he had a choice, he would have decided against it but that was his fate. He was going to die of a chronic disease, but he knew not when. He had no idea of when he was going to die, but he knew he was close to death. His health had been deteriorating and that’s why he visited the doctor most often. The drugs he was taking were to cover up the wounds… or at least pretend to cover up the wounds… but he knew one day, they were going to burst all open and he will die.