He Left Me To Die Novels & Stories

I whispered. “Then be ready to bleed for it.” And with that, he was gone—leaving me with a truth I wasn’t sure I could survive.

I looked at him calmly and firmly said, “Lloyd, I already died once. Those tough five years are now finally over for me. Do you really want to ruin my new life?” He turned pale. He looked at me sadly and said quietly, “Nelly, I was wrong. I didn’t understand my feelings and hurt you in the process. As long as you’re happy, I’ll leave you alone.” That surprised me for a moment. Then, I said softly, “Okay. I want you to stay out of my life completely.” Lloyd was quiet for a long time. Then, he said in a hoarse voice, “I’m so sorry.” After that, he turned and walked away. He looked sad and lost.

That death never let go without leaving something behind. But for now, I didn’t care. I was alive. He was here. He was mine. And that was enough.

“Bella, please… you can’t do this to me. I was wrong. I was wrong.” I pressed my hand to his cheek, wishing—aching—for him to feel it. If only you’d admit you cared about me while I was alive. If only I could’ve heard it then. But nothing could go back to how it was. The brother who loved me was finally back—and I was too dead to ever hold him again.

Now, I no longer understood why I had chosen to spend my life with someone like him. After lunch, my coworker drove me home. The house was pitch-dark. I skillfully turned on the lights, took my medicine, went to the study, finished the road-trip plan, and put away the notebook. Then I stood and scanned the study. Tomorrow afternoon, my flight would leave for Asheville. This was the last time I would sit here. I cleaned the study thoroughly, leaving no trace of myself behind. Adrian did not come home. At twelve-thirty in the morning, Sophie updated her social media again.

I called out weakly, but he didn’t answer, he just turned and started walking back to the house I watched him leave, still shaking, right before he reached the door, he stopped “You owe me one” He said without looking back, then he left . For the first time I wondered if drowning would have been the easier choice.

Twenty-one years prior, The System ripped me into this life with a brutal mandate: make one of four made men fall irrevocably in love with me, and I'd earn my way back to my real life with a healthy body. I failed. Every single one of them chose Rosa. The system's final mercy: die here, go home. I stood in a rotting Brooklyn dock warehouse, gun in hand, and closed my eyes. Right as darkness closed in, a raw, raging scream of my name tore through the silence, like the man shouting would burn the whole world apart to reach me. ... The Brooklyn dock warehouse was a tomb. This is where I check out. My exit ticket was tucked behind a loose brick.

My fiancee tossed me onto a remote island just because I accidentally smashed the cup of my adopted brother. "Please, let me go home, Yvonne Johnson! There are beasts here! I'll die!" I kept pleading until my phone was dead. The only response I got was, "I'll let you go after Harold's not angry anymore." A month later, Harold joked with his friends, "I bet Christian's looking real primitive now. How about we check him out?" The only thing left on the island was a skeleton that wore my clothes.

He steadied himself against the wall and turned away slightly. "In fact…" he murmured. "I wish it would take me… so I could see my Elena again." It took all of my effort to keep from uttering a sound. No… he couldn't mean that, could he? Was he really so willing to die, even when he had a family, a wife, a child? I knew that Leo wasn't his biologically, but did he really care so little about the boy that he was willing to leave him fatherless? Austin turned back to me and narrowed his eyes.

After swallowing my fourth painkiller, I spent the entire morning sitting in my hotel room in the wedding dress Curtis Bradford had picked out for me. The car that was supposed to take me to the ceremony never showed up. Instead, I came across a livestream of a wedding that had gone viral around town. On-screen, Curtis slipped the pink diamond ring I had begged him for onto the bride's finger. The bride was Shannon Cobb, my biological sister who had disappeared ten years ago. Curtis looked straight into the camera. "Leslie, I know you're watching. "Ten years ago, you lost Shannon and put her through hell. I only let you believe I was going to marry you because I wanted you to know wh