How Not To Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

said Wesley. “Okay, great. Which way was east again?” End of Book 7 If you enjoyed this book and would like to support the author please leave a review on the site where you got your copy or on Goodreads. A big thank you to all those who have supported me on Patreon.com/mooderino. Cheers, V Moody MoodyLit.com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad

Dead. “No… no, please,” I whisper, my voice already raw. I scream for help as the fire thickens. I don’t want to die like this. “Please help,” I scream again, but I know no one will come for me. I reach for the edge of the bed with trembling fingers, trying to pull myself up, but my strength gives out halfway, my leg twisting in pain. I am all alone, and no one is going to save me. * Beckett ~

I whispered before closing my eyes. "You fulfilled your promise!" He whispered while pulling his hands away. Two drops of tears rolled down my cheeks. I could feel the love, the rage and the longing I had before dying. If wasn't a memory of a past. It seemed like I had just lived that moment just now. The pain was still fresh in my heart until Caspian pulled me in his arms and stroked my hair. "Don't worry, we have past all this and now we are together." "And those who have hurt her, has suffered the worst fate no matter which lifetime." He added.

Theme: The Canyon of Death My life is full of shit and fucked. I was once a young boy with the hope of becoming someone great in life, but now, take a look at me. My emotions have now led me to my downfall. I am now left alone to face my problems, and it is a must to unravel them. If I had known, I would have listened to all the instructions given to me by my dad, about all his warnings that emotion would surely lead to my downfall.

Alone. To be left alone is my fate. I want to die. I have no hope that I will be saved. The image of a Savior is an illusion a myth. To any god out there I beg you I want to die. I do not want this life of mine. Take it. And do not you dare give it to anyone else. Please.

To live, you have to die. Like all things born of fire and the moon, This story will begin at the end. What the hell did I just read? Was this book telling me that I would have to kill myself to gain life? As I read and reread the words, I felt a hole in my heart. There was no doubt, but I also couldn't understand how I could come to life after... leaving. I looked around the room, amazed. “Rhea,” I called my wolf. “What is this book asking me to do?” For the first time, she was as perplexed as I was.

Blood spouted continuously from Ben's mouth, and within seconds, his life slipped away. Just like his father, mother, and grandmother, Ben chose to end his life right in front of me. Just like them, he decided to leave all the despair to me alone. Just like that, I held my belly and watched helplessly as Ben took his last breath. I pleaded with him, but he could no longer answer me. I cried until no more tears would come. I knelt on the floor like a lifeless doll, heartbroken beyond words—and terrified. This was because the secret Ben told me was truly horrifying.

Who do you think you're fooling? The day I was murdered, I begged Albert over and over not to kill me. He asked me if I had any last wishes. I said I wanted to call my mom, just one last time. I wanted to call her Mom again. Albert agreed. He said as long as Mom was willing to trade her life for mine, he would let me live. However, Mom didn't love me. She didn't even care. She hated me. The moment the call was cut off, I stopped struggling.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

I didn’t even know why I bothered to try so hard to survive when it seemed as if the universe just wanted me to die. Maybe I should have let Brett come with me, then maybe I wouldn’t be alone as I fought for my last breath. Then again, I always knew that when I met death head-on, I would be alone. No longer did I fear death but dying alone was something new entirely. Never have I thought anything different, I always knew I would be alone in the end. I tried yelling out again, but this time no words would come out, just short gasps of air. My vision was blurry from the tears. I just want it to stop. Make it stop, I sent a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess.