He Left Me To Die Novels & Stories

“What is?” He looked me straight in the eyes, and without missing a heartbeat his answers came next. “Willingness to kill. Willingness to die.” I held his gaze. “I already died the day you took me from that church,” I said. And for the first time, something flickered in his eyes. Pity? No. Pride. But just like that—it was gone. “Be ready tomorrow,” he said, walking away. Leaving me there. Bloodied. Bruised. Breathing. But no longer broken

This would be the last time I saw my true love again. I closed my eyes, and all I saw was his face. His last words echoed. “I need you, Avery, don't leave me.” It cut through me like a knife. I wanted to scream and order them to dig him back up and let him out because there was no way he could be dead. This couldn't be real. Whispers floated through the air like poisonous clouds drifting towards me and sticking to my skin. “She left him when he needed her. They were supposed to go to the celebrations together, how could she leave him behind?”

A figure, whose legs I only saw got down from the car and walked towards me frantically. I struggled to keep my eyes open, my vision darkening as I began to surrender to the cold embrace of death. Soon, my sight faded into complete darkness, and the immense pain I had felt just moments ago disappeared. The last thing I heard was a voice saying, “You are not going to die, not yet.” But it was too late; death had already claimed me. And just like that, my life ended—all because I fell in love.

Leo struggled for breath for a long time before the monitor finally became plane and the doctors looked at me with a pair of eyes, filled with sympathy and remorse. "We are sorry. But—" "No..." I cut them off, my legs shivering. I was not ready to face the harsh reality of my life. Leo, my son, he was all good a moment ago. He could not leave me. "D-Do something, doctor. Please!" I cried, but I knew how silly it was. No one could bring Leo back. No one was going to call me Mamma again. No one. I wept at the door of Leo's ward until my tears dried up, until my heart was hollowed out and I felt nothing. No remorse at all.

“A quick, clean end to your suffering. The choice is yours.” I turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the silence of his cage. I didn't look back. I left him there with his impossible choice: die in the dark as a forgotten failure, or help me destroy the man he served and finally find his own peace. The final pieces of the game were now in place. All I had to do was wait for the ghost to make his final move.

Matteo stared at me. He stood up. He actually turned and walked to the penthouse window, wrenching it open. The cold city air rushed in. “Stop it!” I shouted. He froze, half his body leaning over the dizzying drop. He looked back at me, his expression pure desperation. “Sara…” “You’d really rather die than let me go?” “Without you, there’s no point in any of it. The business, the money… it’s nothing.”

A rival pack invaded, putting our entire pack in danger. Everyone was scrambling to evacuate. I waited outside the office for an hour, but Ethan never showed up. I mind-linked him, but he still didn't answer. The fighting was getting close, so I had no choice but to call him. A woman's voice answered instead. "The pack is under attack. Ethan didn't think I'd be safe getting to the safe zone on my own, so he's taking me there." "Oh, and he said you should get there on your own. He isn't picking you up today." She hung up before I could say another word. My heart sank. If I'm not his first choice, then I don't want this anymore.

I picked up the photograph. "One more question. Did my father leave anything with you?" Graham didn't answer immediately. Then he opened a drawer and removed a small envelope. It was old, its edges yellowed. My name was written across the front in my father's handwriting. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. "Why do you have this?" "He left it with me shortly before he died. He said I should give it to you if anyone started asking about the fourth container." I reached for it. Graham pulled it back.

" Joshua lay sprawled in the snow, all the strength draining from his body in an instant. He no longer had the strength to struggle, but his eyes remained fixed on me. Three hours ago was when I was at the bottom of the crevasse, desperately begging him to throw down a rope. It was also when he accused me of pretending to be dead and ordered the entire team to keep moving. I floated in midair and watched his breakdown with cold indifference. So, he could feel pain after all. The system’s cold, mechanical voice rang out in my mind. [Host, the male lead has confirmed your death. Do you wish to leave the current world now?]

When the deep freeze hit, my parents took my younger sister, Jayla Wilson, and all our supplies to a shelter, leaving me with nothing but my mentally unstable uncle. "There are only three spots for our family on the evacuation list. Jayla is still young. She has to come with us." Mom shoved the last ration bar into Jayla's pocket before pointing at the man chained up in the corner. "You can stay here with this useless burden and wait for the next rescue team." I looked at the man shivering in the corner. He was my Uncle Xavier, once a genius in physics. A physics experiment had cost him one hand and driven him mad. From then on, he had become the family disgrace. "Mom, are you sure?" I