I Won’t Die For You Novels & Stories

We can go through the storm~ Weather the pain I'm always right here (always right here) Then you can tear down the walls Break down your pride I'm always right here~ I swallowed my saliva."Why did you ask that?" my question to him. "Because I just don't agree with that f*cking annulment." he answered. [Music] ~I'd rather lose my life than lose your love~ I'd rather go to war than give you up~ You're worth fighting for You're worth fighting for~

I whisper it into the cold air, a vow only I can hear: “I’ll keep fighting, Luca. Even if you hate me. Even if you never forgive me.” Because some loves don’t die, no matter how many doors close, no matter how much time burns between them. And mine… mine will never die.

“You fucking hit me. How dare you?” I let out a groan when he hit my shoulder hard with the bat, and he scoffed. “This isn't for Danielle anymore. I am doing this because I solely hate you. And when you're gone, Aaron will get his shit together.” Another hit of the bat to my knee and I let out a cry of pain. Maybe I should have just let him kill me earlier. “Just kill me.” I whispered as I coughed out blood, unable to stand straight anymore. “Do it. So that Aaron can get his shit together.”

"Regina, is that you? Am I dreaming?" "Zachary, do you really want to die?" I scoffed coldly. "Does it hurt now that you finally understand what you did? You think you can just end it all with one cut and escape everything you put me through? There's no way I'm letting you off that easy!" He looked at me, desperate, and grabbed my hand. "If you come back, I won't die."

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

His voice synchronized perfectly with mine, as if we were making a vow together. "Life ends in death, just as love ends when it fades away." "My life may have an end, but my love for you never will." Looking at my nearly transparent soul, I knew I was about to leave completely. Floating to Samuel's side, I kissed his lips one last time. Samuel's dark eyes suddenly looked toward me, as if sensing my presence. He said, "Loretta, wait for me. "My love for you will never die. We'll meet again in our next life."

"I won't make the same mistakes again. I promise you." It seemed like the first time in my life I had seen her cry like this. If this had happened before, maybe I would have cared. But not anymore. I quietly stepped back to put distance between us. My voice was indifferent. "What's done is done. Just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible." Perhaps because I was too cold, Scarlett cried even harder. "No. I won't sign." "Whether you sign or not doesn't matter to me anymore." I pointed to my chest. "This is dead. It won't beat for you again.

In the corner of the room stood a large coffin. Sophia had fainted. She lay curled on the ground, clutching her stomach, trembling. “Luca,” I said, stepping toward him and looking down from above, “didn’t you promise to live and die with Sophia? Didn’t you say Antonio was the fruit of your love?” He stared at me, eyes wide, barely breathing. “I’ll grant your wish. A family should stay together. Lie inside, and you’ll never be separated again.” “N–No… Victoria… please…” His voice grew weaker with every word.

He grabbed Mom and flung her aside. "Jennifer! Who are you putting on this act for?" His voice shook as he pointed a finger at my body. "Yvonne is dead! She can't hear you anymore! This is all because of you! You were so obsessed with your pathetic reputation and your career that you pushed her to her death!" Mom crumpled into a ball under the weight of his fury, covering her ears and screaming. "It wasn't me! It wasn't me! She's not dead!"

The day I found out I had leukemia, my first reaction wasn't to cry. It was relief. I wasn't their biological son anyway. If I died, at least I wouldn't owe anyone anything. When I was six, my younger brother and I fought over a limited-edition robot model. Mom dragged me into a corner and told me, spacing out every word, "You aren't our real son. Everything you have in this house is a favor we've done for you." After that, I never asked them for another thing. My brother got new sneakers. I wore his hand-me-downs. He took piano lessons while I washed dishes in the kitchen to earn money for breakfast the next morning. I lived like a suitcase someone had left with the family, packed and