I Don't Want To Live Novels & Stories

I don’t know what’s worse, that I’ll never have the answer, or that I don’t want to know. I need to get out of this fucking shower. I need to leave, to move, to do something before I claw my own fucking skin off. But my body won’t cooperate, my hands still gripping the tiles like if I let go, I’ll fall apart completely. I exhale through gritted teeth, squeezing my eyes shut. I just need to get through today. That’s all I have to do. Just get through today, and figure out how the fuck I’m supposed to live with this.

I sound like an animal and I don’t like it at all. “ I can’t. Just like how you don’t want to die…I don’t want to die either. ” I whisper, my eyes shifting toward his lips as I lick my own. This is fucking humiliating for me. “ I have a reason to live. You don’t. ” He replies, coldness radiating from his silver gray orbs. Really? “ The manipulation won’t work on me, Cain. We don’t always need a reason to live. We live because we must live. That’s something even a child knows. ” I inhale deeply and speak out, surprised at my own words.

“Dante, stop trying to steal Mila’s snacks while she’s suturing. Bash, keep making rich men cry in hearings. Rhea, if you’re listening—keep telling the truth. Even if they hate you for it.” I exhaled. “In case it’s not obvious,” I said, “I don’t want to die. I don’t have a martyr complex I need to satisfy. I want to live. I want to drink mediocre coffee with people I love and bitch about city noise. If I’m going in anyway, it’s because, after all the math and all the tears, it still felt less selfish than staying home.” I looked straight into the camera. “You don’t owe the world your life,” I said. “You owe it your honesty. If I’ve given you anything, I hope it’s that.”

Am I a music and movie watcher on the plan I don't even know yet? I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die alone, I don't want to become a memory with no chance of being remembered by anyone. I don't want to die without finding love yet, without finding out what it would feel like to love so hopelessly, to feel like you can give your life for someone, an unselfish kind of love where their is nobody being used for another person's gain. I guess I'll never experience that because my life is about to be cut short by the gallows.

All I want is to kill the bastards who killed my father, then if I survive that- even though the chances are, I won't- go to law school and live as a human, even though I will be one with lin, run and explore the world together. Not to be shackled down, pop kids, and be beside a guy who is ruling the world. No, it’s too much for me. I want to live in the simplicity. “We had drinks at home, you know.” Speak of the devil. “I didn’t want to spend any more time with you, and yet here you are,” I sigh, supporting my heavy feeling head in my hand. “I told you not to follow me.” “How could I not when you are getting drunk in a new place?”

She didn't know I'd rather burn everything down than live a life dictated by someone else's plans. She didn't know that I'd never marry a woman I can't even stand to be around. Not for legacy. Not for business. Not even for family. Never.

this is so painful, it is unbearable, I want to die. I love him, I love Zeus, I shouldn’t be here. But I am, and I have no other option, to see him breathe. It is time I finally give up on these feelings so, that I can at least live. I don’t look for happiness anymore, I don’t look for peace, I look for life. A less painful life, a little life with no other expectations, I don’t want to be loved, I don’t want to hated as well, I just want to live, and forget tranquility even exists. I am dead, but I just want to live and live and live until I want to die and get over with everything.

Hopefully, they will stop them soon. I don’t want to have to live with fear of the unknown forever. Yes, forever, I don’t think I will ever be able to live without the guys. That’s not something I ever want to think about. Live without them? I would rather not exist anymore.

Her expressions were neutral, with no sign of pain or regret at this point. She couldn’t endure this pain now and felt like it was better to end it forever. There seemed to be no reason to live on for. No person to be happy for. No one wanted her or would be sad if she died.

We are more free now than before. “Let’s go now to my humble abode,” he said. “Humble abode sounds better. I think I’ll like it better than I liked your guesthouse,” I said. “So, you really don’t want to live with a billionaire?” he asked. “I’m a regular girl. It’s overwhelming to live with a billionaire,” I said. “Then, I won’t strive to become a billionaire again,” he said. “You could become a billionaire again and I will still want to live with you,” I said.