I Expect You To Die Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?"

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.

My friends. My family. One after another, they die before my eyes. And there is nothing I can do. I cannot touch them. I cannot change anything. I cannot save them. When I wake for the fifth time, I am on the verge of collapse. Who will it be next? Fitch? Eva? My mother? My entire pack? Is this some kind of prophecy? Or a curse? Will every person I love eventually die? My legs tremble as I walk toward the cliff again.

Even knowing— I should celebrate. Should hope. Should— Feel relief. But could not. Programming too deep. Dependency too— Complete. "What happens when you die?" I asked. Voice shaking. Drugs making loss feel— Unbearable. World-ending. Impossible to survive. "Hope inherits. Becomes master. Eight years old. Youngest emperor in history. You will serve her. Obey her. Love her. Like you love me. Transfer is—automatic. Neurologically triggered. When I die—your programming shifts. Hope becomes—everything. Your world. Your master. Your—reason to exist."

The bed dips as Alora sits on it but that only makes me cry some more. A hand pats my hair, slowly, softly. I regulate the force of my sobs because crying even more would just be silly. I don't even know why I'm crying. It’s not like I died. It’s… it’s not like I hadn't expected to die. I always knew I would one day. One day I would give up the ghost and I would be buried the same way anyone would be buried, or not. I didn’t expect getting thrown off a balcony to shake me so much, and what happened afterward?

When I opened the letter I gasped at the contents it read. Dear my beloved Sky I love you so much it hurts but you for some unknown reason can't see our love. You will soon, once I get you away from that mutt of a mate, we can be together after we die together. We will start a new life together have our own children and grow old together in the next life. I will see you soon my beloved Love your true soulmate XXX Really another guy who want's to kill me but this one is set on us dieing together and to be in love, who ever this person is, is insane. I just hope this doesn't cause to much sh*t with what's going on now.

She will be the death of me. ***

Everything will be fine in a few weeks. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Wow. At some point, I had accepted my fate. I had really believed I was going to die like this, weak, tired, and avoided by everyone. But I was wrong. I forgot one important thing. I was the main character in my story, and main characters do not die, they always survive. They thrive. They get what they want in the end. It’s useless side characters like my so-called stepsister Anna that are meant to die like this. I was sure she already had. Someone like her wouldn’t survive the kind of life she was thrown into.

"What's that?" "Your worst nightmare. The betrayal you feared most. The impossible choice made real. I don't know details. Don't know mechanism. But I know result. Someone dies. Someone you love. Because of me. Because of what I'll do. Because I'm programmed to destroy everything I once cared about." "That's not happening."