How Not To Die Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Basically, no one’s going to be alive at the end of your trial?” The man hums a bit at that. “Maybe,” he says it so calmly, as if he’s talking about the weather. “Their organs will be okay if they end up dead anyway. I have a whole ring of sick and old people who need organs.” “And what’s my percentage going to be at the end of it?” “I…” I don’t hear the rest of his statement because two random people about two to three times my age decide to suddenly appear, the scent of their cologne so potent it almost makes me cough. Must be a couple with how they’re wrapped together.

Pavan’s jaw dropped. "Not," Brutus added after an agonizingly long pause, "from the physique itself. One died in action. The other retired and passed of old age. Different kind of dead." He uncrossed his massive arms. "You are going to be the third. But you are going to master it before it burns you out from the inside. Because if it spikes again without a proper container—" "I explode," Pavan said quietly. "Into tiny pieces." "Correct." "And how do we prevent the exploding part?"

Maybe if this had happened yesterday, I could’ve signed the consent papers myself and saved him. But now? Now, I’m just a stranger to him. I can’t meddle in his life. Logan’s body started convulsing. “We’re losing him! Tera! Do something!” One of the nurses pleaded. “We’re going to lose him!” Panic surged through me. No matter how much he’d hurt me, I couldn’t just let him die. I wasn’t that kind of person. No. I wasn't a monster. “Get the papers. I’ll sign them,” I instructed the nurse.

He's the devil I made a deal with. Now I'm paying the price—in his bed. 🔥 I thought I knew what I was getting into. A fake fiancé. Six months. Break the engagement. Survive. I didn't know he'd look at me like that. Like he wants to devour me whole. The first time he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck, I forgot every reason this was supposed to be pretend. "Say my name," he growled. I couldn't. My brain short-circuited. So he made me. Now I'm in his bed, sheets tangled around my ankles, his hands everywhere. He touches me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive. "You're mine, Paige," he whispers against my skin. "Say it." And God help me—I d