How To Make A Character's Death Sadder Novels & Stories

His chest heaved, panic taking over as he realized this wasn’t going to be quick. “Every lie you tell me,” I whispered, “is another piece of you I carve away.” His mouth opened, closed. His words came out broken, begging, but they were nothing useful. Lies. Desperation. Empty pleas. So I made his death a slow one. The knife traced his body in deliberate cuts—his arm, his chest, his other thigh—each one shallow but agonizing. His screams grew hoarse, breaking into sobs, then into silence when his voice gave out. His head sagged forward, body trembling violently as the blood pooled beneath him.

He continued to move in his bite when he heard Charles's snoring sound… he almost died. 'Don't stop… do it… just freaking do it… deeper!' Austin ordered again, his wolf worried that Charles wasn't completely dead yet. 'He is a terrible human… and do not have the slightest pity on him! When you release this bite… make sure you break his neck and break it off his head… you know he's hard to die… make sure his body is wrecked. Marco was still shaking his fangs… tearing deeper… he couldn't feel the breath from Charles, was he really dead?

Lucas rolled his eyes as he shook his head disapprovingly. “That is no way to die, either. Imagine the pain I would feel when I woke up, and I stared into your beautiful face and bent down to kiss you only to realize that you are long gone. That will cause me to have a painful death. No need to be selfish, Charlotte Manning,” he added. Charlotte broke out in laughter again, staring at him disbelievingly. “I thought we were having The Notebook kind of love?” Charlotte asked as she snaked her arms around his neck and leaned in close to his face. “Wouldn’t you want to die with me?”

Jess’s POV I stood frozen, watching as my best friend was lowered six feet into the cold, unyielding ground. My emotions got the better of me, and I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The weight of my grief pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. As I tossed a single white rose onto her coffin, my vision blurred with tears. Her death shattered me; it left a hole in my heart that could never be mended, no matter how hard I tried.

Sup! This chapter might be a trigger warning for some people. I'm sorry if anyone has ever been through this or thought any of these things. Feedback is always appreciated! BYE!!! - - - - Charlotte POV: Have you ever thought that dying would be your sweet relief? I think about that a lot. I wouldn’t have to feel anything if I just died. I wouldn’t have to worry about the next beaten. I wouldn’t have to worry about my anxiety. I wouldn’t have to worry about the strange stares, or hurtful stares. I wouldn’t have to worry about the mean words or the nasty yells-

“I'm Death, understand? You should be terrified.” “Well, you'd be more threatening if you actually acted like the Grim Reaper. You know: solemn, mysterious, reserved,” I pointed out, watching his halo diminish as his anger cooled to angst. “What, like a simpering ass, prancing about in my robe of darkness? 'Woe is me! I, alone in the universe, am granted the most despised task,'” he lamented, striking a tragic pose. “'Loved by none, I wander wretchedly through the world!-”

"What do you mean when you say one death will be less awful than the other?" Alexander sighed heavily. "First death will be one where I die without chasing the love I have for you, thus Starving my Soulpearl of his half and the experience that comes with it and like the fishes I die with an empty belly, starved, with no meaning to the life spent, and while the other death is one where I die knowing that I gave my chase its best, ate of my treats until my Soulpearl content and die with a smile and the memories of the life spent with you, just like the fishes who are swept away by the fishermerman's nets and died but with filled stomach and happy memories, in the end, there will be death but o

Love, Alexia. After I wrote the last words, I folded the note and kept it on my bed where it can be easily spotted, with tears in my ears I climbed the chair and tied the end of the scarf to my neck, there is no place for me in this world, goodbye, I shut my eyes and knock off the chair, the scarf strangled me and I struggled against it, I shouldn't struggle against it, I should welcome and accept the pain, my windpipe was cut off and I couldn't breathe, my heart was beating rapidly against my chest that I was scared it would burst out of my chest, blood was rushing into my ears as I struggled to take in oxygen. I pulled against the scarf but it was too tight, I change my mind I don't want t

“No… no, please… I can’t… I can’t die just yet.” Zoey burst into loud laughter. “Always so dramatic. ‘Charlotte, first woman to die after her boyfriend cheated on her,’ huh? Is that how sad your life is?” She turned to Leo. “Well, baby… why don’t we, you know, give her a little more of a show? As a tribute before her death.” Leo smirked at me and kissed her. “Let’s not be too cruel.”

“Tell your grandma everything you feel; let her know you'll be okay.” I sobbed again, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I placed my hands on Patrick's chest, slowly raising my eyes to meet his, which mirrored mine in solidarity. Furthermore, I turned to see her lying lifeless in the coffin, tears streaming down like waterfalls. The pain of loss and the weight of it were tremendously unbearable. I hugged the coffin, stroked her forehead, and began to speak: