I Expect You To Die Fanfiction Novels & Stories

There was only one thing in its mind: Kill the one that defiled its mate. ___ A/N: sorry for dissapearing! i had college stuff to worry about, thanks for sticking with my story and expect more content to come soon. Have a good one :) Normal 0 21 false false false ES-CO X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99;

God, I was gonna die in here for real. "Skye, are you dying?" Everything inside me dropped as tears streamed down my very eyes. No. God, no. why me?? Why does it always have to be me? I didn’t call Tasha. I called him. Rye. Of all people. Shit. “I’m not…” My breath hitched painfully. “I’m dying…” "Well then, that's good. You're meeting my expectations." He chuckled softly while I struggled to breathe. "Rye...I'm..really. I'm really

He wore a long black coat, his posture still straight, and he stood out sharply in the crowd. He was watching me with naked, desperate hope. I motioned for him to come over. Joy flashed across Kaiden's face, and he immediately strode toward me. “Freya.” “You tampered with my ticket.” It was not a question. Kaiden admitted it without hesitation. “I did. I can't let you leave so easily.” I looked at him coldly. “Do you know why I left?” “Because you and Soren are already dead to me.”

Because I had just had my stomach pumped, the kick made my abdomen feel like someone had stabbed me and twisted the knife violently. A sickening taste of copper rushed into my mouth. I spat out a mouthful of blood, and my knees went weak before the two men. “Mr. Longham, Dr. Davies, please let me be. I just want to die.” Lee and Ethan were bewildered. Ethan frowned. “Is this a new game? Guilt-tripping us with your life?” “No,” I responded, my eyes bloodshot. “I met Mom’s System. I was told that I would join Mom when I died. Please, just let me die.

He whispered my name, his voice carrying a terror and anguish I had never heard from him before. But the only answer was silence. I watched him bury his face in his hands, muffled sobs leaking through his fingers—like a lone wolf who had lost his entire world. Belated devotion is cheaper than dirt. I hovered before him and spoke softly, my voice calm and flat: "I've finally died, just as you wished. So why bother pretending you ever loved me?"

Laughing until our sides hurt. Waking up next to him every morning. A future. A life. A forever with him by my side. “How did it come to this?” I choked out, slamming a fist weakly against the floor. “How the hell am I alone in a supply closet—dying?! At twenty-fucking-five?!” My voice cracked into a scream. “I don’t want to die!” I curled in on myself. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t—”

Mirabella's Pov Am I truly living? Or am I yearning for death in order to truly live? Is a question that I've continuously asked myself for years. I live because death is promised. Through the promise of death, I breathe. Through the promise of death, I yearn for the ability to truly live. When I'm faced with death, I expect it to be the happiest day of my life. Almost like finally seeing your long, lost friend. I hope for death's embrace to be soft and warm, to make me feel like I'm at home—the home I've always been in search of for as long as I can remember.

I watched it, and for some unknown reason, I felt sadness rising in my chest. "I love you, D." It seemed like a whisper echoed in my mind. But I smiled bitterly. You don't love me, Damon. I would rather die than be with someone like you. "K-Kill me..." It was a weak promise, so I looked at it again. "J-just kill me Fia... Suppose that's what you want to do. If you think I deserve it, then do it!" It screamed, but it was already on the ground, and I was stunned to see blood flowing from its mouth.

I can’t deal with never seeing Xander again. I wish I had died in the field. XXX

Fuck, this feels like dying all over again. - - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -