Hold My Breath As I Wish For Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Rosie picked it out for me herself. Looks good, don't you think?" Garrett froze, his expression cracking, disbelief flooding his eyes. "That's impossible! You couldn't have known him that early on. I don't believe you could've moved on from me so fast." He stared at me, stubborn and desperate, still refusing to accept it. I looked down at him, my lips curling slightly. "I changed my mind. Letting you die just like that would be too easy. I'd rather watch you rot away, helpless and in agony. That sounds much more satisfying. The poison will stay in your body for the rest of your life. This is just the beginning of your payback."

Holding unto my dear life. Who wishes to die as a virgin? Nah, not me.

Just as I opened my eyes, I saw a flash of cold light in front of me. Someone was roughly pulling open my collar. "Alec, just bear it a little longer. Stephen's illness came on so suddenly. I need you to give one more bit of your heart's blood." The icy blade sank into my chest, but I could no longer feel the pain. Because just moments ago, I had already died. Princess Jasmine Tolbot gripped the knife and twisted it back and forth inside my chest.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I wish you could hold me very tight against you and lay a kiss upon my forehead, full of comfort and affection, when you notice I am sad. Oh yes, I wish so much that you could hold me very, very tight against you, so much so that I would feel your heart against mine. Feel your arms around me. Feel your embrace telling me, "I will not let you go." I wish I were yours. Simply. Completely.

The maidens nearby could only watch and wouldn't dare say a thing as they only wished to listen and remember her last words she would say before her demise. The old lady continues on and turns towards the brightness star. ''I wonder which fortunate 'unfortunate' soul will be chosen now. Oh Mistress I asked of you for when the next shooting star passes by, let this disciple of yours be granted one wish and that is to ask for your kindness to be shown in the next chosen just as how you showed me. This disciple is blessed and is now done repaying the debt. And now, I only wish to pass on. For everything else I give my thanks and I hope that you grant my last request. I will humbly rest now.''

If she never had her medication just a few minutes ago she was supposed to be having another episode of attack currently and for some reason she wished she was. He pulled her into his arm aggressively by the back of her head with his huge palm before closing her mouth with his right palm which ended up covering her nose. Now she wasn't only struggling with the pain she was struggling to breathe. She could feel the rise in her body temperature. She couldn't die knowing the condition of the rest of her people, She was not allowed to, till she saved them. "Fucking hush! Hush it!!" He spoke for the first time and she confirmed that he wasn't planning on suffocating her to death with his big palm

even it kills me within. "Can I just go out...I...I want to go somewhere...hmmm sob*sob*hmmm, I hope things is just as easy as said...but you are right...I am the only one who is stocked in the past...she already take her leap...and totally forget me...ahmmm you can do what you need to do here, I will just...just need an air"

She was so weak that her voice was inaudible. Even if the nurse did not like the child, she still sympathized as Rory was going to die. As such, she leaned down to hear better, asking softly, "Yes? What are you trying to say?" Rory gasped softly, clearly laboring just to breathe a sentence, "Can you send Daddy a text… tell him… I'm going to die… I want to see him one last time… very, very much…" As she finished, her breathing turned even weaker as it took her all her strength, while she leveled a pleading gaze at the nurse.

Why can’t I easily push him off me? His breath hit my neck making me shiver, I guess I am not as strong as I thought huh? F*ck, dying the same way my mother did, how poetic, I close my eyes hoping my death is sweet and painless.