Gusto Ko Nang Mamatay Novels & Stories

Nag-indian sit ako sa gitna ng kama bago kinuhang muli ang baso ng gatas. Sometimes, I really hate how changes can ruin the life of someone. But I can’t deny the fact that it’s giving me realizations. I can see things in a different perspective. I can feel things without actually touching it. I feel things I knew I’d never experience before. Isa na nga doon ang pagkawala ni Mama. Siguro kung nandito pa siya, hanggang ngayon ay nagbubulag-bulagan pa rin akong ayos at perpekto sila ni Papa.

My feelings are the reflection of every formula I make…that's why sometimes it becomes bland, tasteless. I heaved a sigh as I slammed the door shut and lazily sat on the swivel chair. Confused at everything, I almost smacked the keyboard with my sweaty hand. “I only used you, Lushiane.” My head is spinning, remembering those words is like a deep slash of pain by a thousand knives. Leaving me back to my darkest days when no one is there to light up my mood and mend my broken heart.

Nang makarating ako sa sulok. Aba naman walang tubig. Nang may nakita akong pitcher glass. May tubig...sobra na akong inuhaw... Kumuha ako ng baso ... Nilagyan ng tubig... At iinumin ko na sana ng... Biglang may tumabig no'n... Nahulog at nabasag... Nagsilingunan ang lahat... Ang mga mata niya... nakatitig sa akin... "... you're killing yourself."

Miguel ran his tongue along my jaw and looked down at me and gasped. "Your eyes are glowing," he muttered in awe. "Yes and my cock is throbbing, I'm horny as hell and need release," I growled softly, not wanting to frighten him. I was Death and with that came certain physical aspects that he was going to figure out this very night. I heard him swallow. I bent over and licked him from neck to navel as I ran my hand across his swollen member.

“passed away” I force my face to arrange itself into what hopefully passes for a grateful smile. “Thank you.” Back at my desk, I pull out a sheet of paper and try to write a list of good things in my life. One: I have a roof over my head. Sure, for now I do. Two: I’m not dead. But the only person I had in the whole world is. Sighing, I give up and crumple the paper into a ball. Students are turning in their tests and starting conversations. Evidently every test day is followed by some free time.

At that moment, standing silently in the corner of her room, I felt my spirit almost dissolve into tears. Suddenly, my mother’s voice rang out from the kitchen, "Sweetheart, dinner's ready! Come down and eat something!" “No need!” Leisha replied almost coldly, her voice tinged with obvious disgust and exhaustion. Downstairs in the kitchen, my mother seemed unaware of the shift in mood, busying herself with the dishes and cutlery. “That wretched girl! She actually had the nerve to die! It might be easy for her, but what about my poor Leisha, huh?”

, she said. "I never want to be like that man". "Please don't, that's the worse thing you can do to yourself ", she said. "But I did get heart broken when she died, especially the way she died, no one ever deserves that... so I want to take this one slow ", he said. "Okay, while Anthony takes things slow with his new woman, let's go to Zanzibar next week, their weather there is amazing and the.." I can't believe I was just listening to my mother talk about a vacation on my father's funeral day, it's also very shocking that she actually never loved him

Suddenly, a searing, gut-wrenching agony tore through my chest. It was a pain I had never felt before, a sense of loss so profound it stole the very air from my lungs. My wolf let out a pained, guttural howl. "The mate bond… it’s gone." "No!" My heart stuttered, panic clawing at my throat. I immediately called my assistant. "Find her. I don’t care how—track everywhere she’s been. And pull my mate-bond documents from the pack archives. Do it now!"

I mumbled inaudibly. "No," she stated bluntly. "Even if you don't give me the nectar, I will still take it by impetus." She said, I watched in horror as she clenched her fist, and I felt a strange force choking me more tightly. Without being told, I know my team is also feeling the same things. Black blood split out of my mouth, and I started coughing vigorously. I can feel my intestines and every organ twisting in my stomach, and I can feel them burning badly as if they were placed on a fire.