I Expect You To Die Fanfiction Novels & Stories

i hope that they would be a happy family together with his wife and child i want what is the best for the both of them even if he just fooled me i still wish for what's best for him to my friends i just hope that they will still think of me even if i die i don't want them to be locked up to my past i want them to move forward because that will make them happy i want them to suffer for my loss instead i want them to think that at last my sufferings finally ended. so after all the only thing that will happen to me is to die. Even after all those fights that I had just to survive, my only ending is to die in prison the same as the original belle. just asked before i thought that the comic is al

The heat rose. I laid there, slumped and broken, and for a fleeting moment, I thought maybe I deserved this. After all the crimes I’d committed, after all the people I’d killed—maybe this was justice catching up. Maybe dying here was better than facing Corrie and telling her that I had her memories erased without her consent. So with a bitter smile, I accepted my fate and wait for death's cold arms to embrace me.

"Of course it's him. Of course this is how I die." His face crumbled and his mouth opened but nothing came out. "That's what you need to understand‚" I said. "I wasn't surprised. You had trained me to expect nothing else."

I nod approvingly. I mostly do want to get the fuck out of here, but my heart can’t leave until I know he’s dead. I sigh and strike a match, lighting the whole pack on fire and dropping it inside. His eyes go wide with the realization he’s about to really and truly die. That fear on his face is priceless to me. I never dreamed I’d get this chance. I’ve always assumed I’d be stuck with the memory of him attacking me and never have closure. The fear would plague me for the rest of my life, even now that I have a mate.

I lay in his arms in a pool of my own blood, the sound of his beating heart lulling me into a slumber I'll never awaken from. So, with the last of my strength, I wipe my blood-covered hand across the tears streaking down his face. "Forgive yourself... for me." With those last words, my hand falls, and death takes me in its arms one last time. **** I don't need someone to tell me what that was. My mother went through it, so did Elias. And now, so have I. I've just foreseen my death. "Now, where were we?" ****THE END****

"Tricked me! I thought you loved me. I thought I was your all." "No. You were just a pawn to get all the Han's assets and now that I'm finally getting my hands on it, nothing can stop me." "I hate you." "I don't really care." DISCLAIMER I apologise in advance for any case, scenario or name that is coincidental to any you know. This work is purely fictional and is not meant to criticise anybody. So please accept my apologies. Thank You Much!!

He inserted his dick into me and began to move fast and rough movements. When he did what he wanted, he left me motionless on the floor. "Hope you die slowly and painfully, bitch." he said and spat at me. The only thing I could see was that his partner Michael was standing up. Apparently the wound was only superficial. "Tom .." "Come on, Mike, let's get out of here. This bitch is dead anyway," he looked at me, knowing I was on the verge of death. They left me to die alone and helpless in that shack. He killed my husband in front of me. I stood there for hours, praying to die.

I already unzipped my pants. “Shut up. I'm only doing this because I'm too young to become a widower. It would have been so nice to watch you die.” He utters and I glare hard at him. If I die, Kye dies. If that happens, he will never find his precious Kye to come fuck him.

I finished, cleaned up, and changed into my pyjamas so that the blackness could carry me away from it all. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. _____________________________________________________________ Fourth Chapter!!! How Is it ? Word Count: 588