He Left Me To Die Novels & Stories

James interrupted him, speaking each word with precision, “I’ll kill them first.” He turned around and cast one last look toward Mia’s residence. Warm light glowed behind the window pane. It was a paradise he could no longer touch. ‘Mia, wait for me.’ ‘If… I even make it back.’

It was only at this moment—when she was completely isolated and helpless—that she finally realized just how incredibly good I had been to her. Bianca penned a long, rambling suicide note to me, filled with apologies and repentance. Then, she leaped off a bridge, bringing her life to an end.

" I looked down at his stubborn yet fragile grip on my hand. In the end, I sighed and pushed him away. "We're over, Eugene."

He holds me back with one hand on my stomach. “Run,” he whispers. “They’re coming for you.” I try to speak, but this is memory. I have no voice. He coughs blood. “Doesn’t matter who. You live. That’s the only future that matters.” He drops to his knees, then falls. He doesn’t get back up. He doesn’t reboot. He just dies, and I feel it like someone cut my bond in half. His voice echoes from everywhere: “Day 16, Nyx. Day 16 is when I go. Remember that.”

My fiance, Adrian Hale, and I had planned to go snorkeling on Valentine's Day. The day we landed in the south of France, I discovered that his first love, Vivian Clarke, had come with us. They insisted on heading into unpatrolled waters. "But those waters are dangerous, shrouded in strange rumors..." Adrian frowned at me. "Sophie, do you have to ruin the mood right now?" Vivian smiled and hooked her arm through his. "With you here, nothing is going to happen to us." Once we were in the water, Vivian recklessly swam toward the deeper channel. A swell shoved half her body into a narrow opening. I swam over to pull her free, but she thrashed and drove her heel hard into my knee. Her elbow knock

My undercover mission goes wrong, and I'm captured, only to discover that the man I've loved for years is the heir to a powerful crime family. Desperate to keep me alive, Caspian hides me on a remote island. "Be good and stay here, Elowen. Once I convince my father to let you go, I'll come back for you." Only later do I learn the truth. The island is where the Hale family banishes its enemies and traitors. For an entire year, I fight to survive, coming close to death more times than I can count. When I finally escape, I return to the Hale residence to find my identical twin sister nestled in Caspian's arms. "Caspian, Elowen and I were both captured a year ago. Why did you save me and le

I pulled the SIM card out and tossed it into the fire. It was time. The plane lifted off, and the city's towers shrank below me, smaller and smaller, until they vanished completely. Goodbye forever, Adrian.

If he hadn't used her in his stupid little rebellion, she would still be alive. So he buried himself in guilt. Punished himself with it. He hated the prophecy. But more than the prophecy, he hated himself. And when he died, that was relief I'd seen in his eyes. My breath went shallow. The memory came back—the iron smell of his blood, sweeping through me again. "Aria. Aria!" His voice yanked me out. I looked up at him as if waking from a dream. There was something in my eyes I didn't realize was there.

On what should have been our wedding day—for the eighth time—Luca Romano was called away yet again by his childhood sweetheart, Vivian Marino. I didn't argue or make a scene. I even smiled and wished them well. Everyone stared at me in shock as I calmly announced that the wedding was canceled. No one knew I had been reborn. In my previous life, I instinctively grabbed Luca and tried to stop him. After hesitating for a moment, he stayed and went through with the wedding. But Vivian was heartbroken. In a fit of despair, she agreed to a marriage alliance in Moscow, only to die in a car accident on the way there. From that day on, Luca hated me. I was still his Donna, seemingly blessed with the

"That they cannot, for at least a week. And that a family without food for a week gets desperate on the fourth day." "So you stocked up." "I stocked a business I inherited, which is licensed for exactly that." Haldane leaned back. "You mentioned the fourth day. That's a very specific number." "It's a specific problem. Most people run out of water on the third day and food on the fifth. The fourth is when the arguments start." "Do you hear voices, Ms. Ellison?" "No." "Have you had unusual dreams? Vivid ones? Dreams about water?" The room was very quiet. Mara thought of black water, a truck pulling away, her own hand on a door.