How Not To Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

And soon I’ll be dead. This book is part of a series and although it can be read as a standalone, it’s better if you read at least the side story about Laurie and Kingsley. You can find it in my book: “Don’t Call Me Yours, Alpha.” At the last chapters. Thankss <3

Richard looked at me and cursed. "You both fucked up bad, Death is back and I suggest you fucking run," he yelled and ran back to his bedroom. I closed my eyes as the heartache consumed me and strode out the deck doors, heading out towards the beach. I ignored the yelling from Miguel. I only briefly saw him stand and that little prick falling to the floor. My darkness was expanding and twirling around me. A tall polynesian man threw a burlap tarp over me and said not to fight him, that he was Death's caretaker and would take me somewhere safe. Very well, I growled and allowed myself to be carried away. I felt the wood beneath my bare feet and the movement of the water further underneath. I w

“She wants to trap your soul here. If you want to live, you have to retrieve the part of the soul you lost! “Go to the bathroom. Lock it! No matter how abandoned the bathroom looks, pretend that it’s normal. Fill the tub with water and lay in it. When noon arrives tomorrow, your soul will return to you. Remember! If you want to live, no matter what you hear and feel, do not leave the tub!” At that moment, I heard something shuffling outside. It sounded like something was trying to crawl in. Before I could ask more about it, something broke through the door. Maggots fell out of the wife’s rotten face. She crawled forward on all fours and left behind a trail of blood. When she saw me, she smil

"Every night." One by one, they all admitted it. The fear. The doubt. The terror of what was coming. And somehow, that made it better. Knowing I wasn't alone. "I need to tell you all something," I continued. "About my life. About why I died." I told them everything. About Sarah and the kids. About the drugs. About dying alone. I laid it all out, every shameful detail. When I finished, I expected judgment. Disgust. But instead, Bree spoke.

She never looked back at me when she left. It was then that I realized in this world, no one would ever believe me. And no one would ever love me. Later, the system appeared. It said that as long as I obediently followed the storyline, I could go home—and save my sister. From that moment on, I endured everything: pain, hatred, humiliation. All of it. Casey knelt on the floor, clutching the doctor's sleeve as she cried out, "Take my heart! Use mine instead! Please… save him…"

“Go on.” I stumble. Olsen catches me before I fall. His hands were rough, and his grip tightened around my shoulders. I tried running away, kicking him… but it was no use. I look around in fear and hope that someone else would stop this, but no one cared. My uncle laughs like it's all a joke. “Go on then. Break her in.” Olsen swings me to the floor, his weight like iron on my already hurting body. Tears fill my eyes as he unbuckles his pants. Would this really happen… would God really abandon me once again?

Aslamulaikum everyone Hope you all are doing well So , here is the next chapter Hope you like it Do vote and comment Silent readers your single comment means a lot and a lot to me . What do you think about Somia? They are together finally Haris knows the whole truth. “ we are born alone, we live alone , we die alone . Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we are not alone” Orsen welles Meet you next time with another chapter Allah hafiz Stay safe Stay smiling.

my heart broke on hearing his defeated voice. "I just wanted it to stop. Mom and Dad are dead and Aunt Meghan killed them. We're Werewolves and we're rouges too. How I'm I supposed to handle all of that Abby? How?" We were both a sore sight, sitting on the bathroom floor crying our eyes out with a tub full of bloody water, about three feet away from us.

C H A P T E R 1 : D E P A R T But she was not around, and that is the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going into every fight with backup; you are going into every fight alone. Mitch Albom ~ J U L I E S T. M A T T H E W S

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------