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

She had screamed as she threw Charlie out of her sight. With bloodshot eyes, Charlie hadn't dared to linger. He just left behind a massive sum of money for her. Watching Mom grieve tore me apart. "I'm so sorry, Mom. I couldn't bring you happiness while I was alive, and now I've left you with this unbearable burden in death. Mom, please forget about me. Take the money and live out the rest of your years in peace." Charlie stopped before a pristine, completely blank tombstone. He pulled out a pocketknife, pressed his fingertips firmly against the stone, and began trying to carve into the smooth surface while murmuring, "Rach, I'm so sorry. I know you hate it when strangers touch you, so I'm go

My heart always knew that my ending wouldn't be peaceful. "It's an honour to watch Ace" a man cheered as Ace tensely walked behind the men. I didn't want to die but I probably should have a long time ago. My eyes welled up with tears as the men brought me onto the tarp, my heels slipping on the blood. A tear streamed down my face as they sat me in the bloody chair. "No screams?" Kai sighed depressed. "Ace, make her scream" Kai played with him. Ace stared at the knife on the floor, drenched in blood. He slowly bent down and picked it up as my heart pounded in my chest. Ace locked eyes with me. I showed no emotion on my face, the only thing signifying I was sad was a single tear, rolling slowl

The pain of his loss was overwhelming, shattering his sense of self as he watched the fruits of years of hard work go up in flames. Jasmine's eyebrows knitted together in sorrow as she watched him go quiet. His face turned into a grey mask, his eyes becoming like grey orbs. A wave of dread and sorrow washed over her, her heart thundering in her chest. She sensed a looming sadness in him, her heart sinking as she faced the impending doom. Her breath caught in her throat, a wave of sorrow gripping her in its icy hold.

There's so much I haven't done yet. There's so much I haven't felt yet. A stream of hot tears flow down my cheeks. "I really don't want to die, especially not here. And not like this." I choke on the lucrid smell of my burning flesh, as I watch my legs disappear alongside a part of my abdomen. "Anybody out there, I don't want to die... please..." I beg whatever god would lend an ear to my broken pleas. “Me…lin…da. I’m…so.. sorry…”

She shakes her head before chuckling softly. “I’m sorry about your father. If my death will make it easier for you. Then I’m willing to lay down my life.” She says, closing her eyes. I feel my heart racing when she mentions her death. Why do I fucking feel like this about her? Why?

He sacrificed himself to give me time to fix what I broke. Forty-eight hours to make negotiable death work before Original Death returns and ends everyone. But I can’t move, can’t think, can’t function through the grief.

In that heart-wrenching moment, she longed to utter her final goodbyes, but the cruel hand of fate silenced her voice. Her eyes, filled with love and sorrow, locked onto Harsh, conveying a myriad of unspoken emotions in their final exchange. As her eyelids slowly descended, a sense of peace washed over her tormented form, her soul departing from its earthly vessel, leaving behind a world shattered by violence and loss.

I can't tell what goes inside of her little head. I crack a small laugh at her, maybe It's normal that I don't feel sad that she died. Scarlet has known her longer than I have and still she finds it hard to cry actual tears, she is a kid, yeah but at least I can sooth my heart and mind saying that It's actually normal that I don't feel anything.

I don’t think a lot of people would be sad about my death. I tightened my grip on the sharp piece of broken glass and I was ready to slit my throat with it. With one quick stroke, I just have to cut deep in order to let a rush of blood that would eventually take my life. It’s going to be a bloody and a painful death but I don’t give a crap at all. I just want to end this.

Her rosy cheeks are now pale like paper, and her beautiful green eyes are closed. "Sadie, Love." I cried and buried my face in her chest. The sound of her heartbeat is gone, no pulse, nothing at all, only her lifeless body, and it's all my fault. I killed my mate. A sob escaped my lips. I thought I would never cry my lifetime; I thought I was not capable of crying, but now my tears are streaming down my face. I couldn't bear seeing her like this.