Hold My Breath As I Wish For Death Novels & Stories

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

My head hit something hard but I tried to endure the pain. I’d be dead if I lose consciousness. I’d be dead if I let the water drown me while I am tied and helpless. I tried to free my hands until my sight started to dim. Maybe that was the end for me…. In the face of death, I only had one wish… That Rhio’s family would forever find peace. @SenaSen

“I kept mourning for my mother and father, and the pain just increased day by day, to the point where I just wished to die so I wouldn't have to face this pain and torture.” “I would hold my breath for so long that I passed out, hoping that it would finally kill me. But I suppose God didn't want me with him because I'd wake up eventually. I had lost all hope and refused to fight for my life. I didn't bother asking what day it was or what they had planned for me. I was hopeless.”

Mike and Catie seemed to be good parents, and if their daughter got the looks from both of them, then she is beautiful. “Seb, I want you to promise me something.” She takes a long deep breath, and my palms turn cold clammy. I hold my breath when I feel like I’m not going to like the next words will come from her mouth. In my twenty-five years of existence, I’ve never been in this position, making promises to a dying woman, which I know I can’t say no. So I have to do whatever she asks me to. “Whatever, Catie. I’ll do everything you want.” I start sweating even the room is cold, and I feel claustrophobic.

“It’s so hot, and this is an outdoor party. She’s suffering from heatstroke, yet she lies on the ground and continues to pretend. A cold drink will fix her right up!” Suddenly, I felt like I was about to die. My heart pounded violently, and my shoulders started shaking. I gasped for air, but nothing reached my lungs. My throat let out harsh, ragged breaths. The guests saw that something was wrong with me and stepped back in fear. “She… she’s not actually dying, is she?” Ethan’s eyes widened. His whole body trembled as he froze in place.

Chris' thoughts were virtually bellowing this time. 'Still getting horny when you're going to die soon?! Once my boys get here, you're all doomed!' At the same time, Yvie's face dropped as I finished. "Really?" "Yeah. But it's alright—just trust me and do what I say," I whispered, holding her tighter to hide her reaction from anyone's notice. - The engagement party went as scheduled, but Yvie seemed to be taking her time. I excused myself from the venue, saying that I'd look for her.

His breath came out slow. "I fear my hope is fleeting."

Julian's protest was hollow, and even as he spoke, he was stepping backward. "I want to see how long he can keep this up!" Renee's fury only burned hotter. Her other hand grabbed my shoulder and dragged me roughly toward the edge of the bed. "Stand up straight!" She let go the moment I reached the edge. With nothing left holding me up, my body dropped like a slab of lead, completely out of my control. My knees slammed into the hard tile, and my chin cracked against the rusted metal frame of the bed. The sharp edge of the plastic tubing tore straight through the already fragile opening in my throat. Warm blood surged out instantly, soaking through my hospital gown and blooming across the pale

Tomorrow, I would sit beside him and pretend I wasn’t dying slowly. I closed my eyes and took a haunting, heavy breath. "I wish I could just die..."

He can feel someone touch his face until he loses complete consciousness. “Mom… Kara, Mara…” he called until he completely gave in. Those three words are his last words before he died as if he was trying to call his family. After a minute, the guy who is in front of Fletcher’s dead body, slowly stands on the ground and puts his hands on his pocket. “Clean this mess. And also, prepare the records for his shipment,” he ordered his men. “Yes sir!” his men answered in chorus. He smiled a bit then took his cellphone from his pocket.