He Left Me To Die Novels & Stories

My adopted sister, Monica, was fooling around when she accidentally started a fire at the border. I tried to protect her and was struck by a falling beam, leaving me with severe internal injuries. Yet no one paid me any attention. Monica had suffered only a few minor scrapes, but Leo, my mate and the captain of the patrol team, held her protectively in his arms. My dad, the Alpha of our pack, even offered her the only ambulance available. Monica was a vulnerable Omega and the orphaned daughter of one of Dad's most capable former subordinates. If he rescued his biological daughter first, the pack members might accuse him of favoritism. Enduring the pain, I explained that I'd been injure

You should’ve let me die with you. Why? Why did you leave me? I shut my eyes close. I’m alive and yet this oblivion, my new reality, was in itself, a kind of death.

The emotions flooded him with overwhelming loneness when he noticed the car leaving and distant shouts running towards him. He could only see the last four numbers, 2321, amid gust and people running around him. His eyes drowsed themselves and his breath fleet away slowly as he heard people rustling around him. His limbs lay spread, with no strength to lift them or cry for help. He let a long sigh, which mixed with his remaining air inside his chest. He felt his lungs clenching with every breath and as if someone was draining his remaining life, which he doubted whether there was any. Eyes closed, they before he commanded them to, with no sense of his surrounding and apparently nothing.

I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out. When I opened my eyes again, the sharp scent of disinfectant filled my nose. A young nurse stood beside me, her face full of pity as she changed my bandages. “Ms. Leaf, my condolences. Your baby wasn’t breathing by the time they brought it in. The body is still in the morgue… “The police said you should focus on recovering for now. They’ll come by later to take your statement.” Pale and weak, I tried to sit up, determined to go to the morgue.

"Living without love, hate, anything - it's a void I can't stand. If my death eases your pain, even a little bit, maybe that's all my wretched and cursed life's worth. At least our child'll stay with you - you won't be alone anymore." He hit the ground, sanity slipping, crawling backward like I was some demon baring fangs. "No, this ain't right… It can't be… You're supposed to kill me!" With a ragged howl, he bolted, vanishing into the night's black maw. I stood there, still as death, watching him fade. Tears slid down my face, two silent streaks, but inside - nothing. Then a voice broke the dark. "Leah!"

Laughing until our sides hurt. Waking up next to him every morning. A future. A life. A forever with him by my side. “How did it come to this?” I choked out, slamming a fist weakly against the floor. “How the hell am I alone in a supply closet—dying?! At twenty-fucking-five?!” My voice cracked into a scream. “I don’t want to die!” I curled in on myself. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t—”

A company-wide purge must be done! It's exactly how he looked at me in the last life. "Congratulations," was all he said, his tone clipped and formal. "Don't say shit you don't mean," I replied with a polite smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. "You remind me of an old friend." "Is he dead?" I hissed, my tone as sharp as a blade. "Unfortunately. We'll meet again," he smirked faintly, then turned and left the room without another word. Fuck! The urge to kill him was so strong! Unfortunately, this wasn't the time or place!

This was really too far. "It has nothing to do with me," Adam retorted curtly, "I gave her a card that was enough for her to abort the foetus. If she fell and miscarried, that would be even better. That way, she wouldn't have to go to any more trouble to get rid of the baby."

He wanted me as his trumoh card to his plan. The previous thought really hit me this time. That he had let me live. He let me live! I was on the verge of death and he took me away from my only recluse. Now, I was stuck here in his horrible excuse for a revenge or whatever he wanted to do. Words couldn't comprehend the way I feel right now. I don’t want to die. There is absolutely a have point in going on. I felt so beyond detemined that there was something I could do, not only cry observe.

The moment the men's eyes landed on my bare skin, the madness in them intensified. I screamed with every ounce of my strength, "My dad is the wealthiest man in Starbury! My mom is the queen of pop! Touch me, and every one of you will die!" Though forced to reveal my trump cards, it sounded more like the ravings of someone at the edge of death. Sure enough, all I received were endless laughs. Countless rough hands roamed over my body as a burning hardness pressed against my thigh. Weakly, I closed my eyes. I could feel my heart sink into complete despair.