I Won’t Die For You Novels & Stories

In the middle of a dying world, we were the only things that felt real. ​"If we die," Winnie whispered between kisses, her breath hitching, "I want to die as yours. Not as a prophecy. Not as a bride of the North. Just yours." ​"You are mine," I growled, my lips moving down to the sensitive skin of her throat. "In every life. In every world."

But the moment Young Group began to collapse, Nicolas wasted no time selling off his shares, pocketing the money, and vanishing without a trace. In that moment, her world shattered. All she could think about was how much better things would have been with me by her side. She believed I'd have stepped in and fixed the mess. One thought gnawed at her relentlessly—she missed me, and she regretted everything. I shook off her grip, irritation flaring in my chest. "You think you can just say it's over and that's it? Those stories about my mom being a homewrecker are still plastered all over the internet. You think my so-called brother just showed up out of nowhere?"

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.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

I raised the statute as if to smash it. She shouted to stop me. "I'll tell you!" She looked at me and smiled with a wicked curl to her lips. "Everyone always said you were born cursed. Just like that psychic said, you'd be the one to ruin me and keep me from what was rightfully mine. Even after they sent you away, I was still terrified. You not being dead is my nightmare every single night."

In my family, there's only one rule—I always come first. When I was ten years old, I pulled my brother Noah Fincher and sister Amanda Fincher, who are twins, from our burning house, leaving me with a permanently damaged leg. To keep me from getting upset, Mom forces Amanda, the star ballerina, to give up dancing. Dad makes Noah work at a factory every school break to help pay for my medical expenses. But as the years go by, the pain in my scarred joints only gets worse. I ask Amanda if we can switch bedrooms so I can have her first-floor room. She snaps and starts smashing things around the room. Noah says nothing. He just takes her and leaves. They don't come home for three days. Da

On our way home, a truck carrying silver ore loses control. It overturns as it passes my car, trapping my adopted sister, Lina Muhl, and me inside the crushed vehicle. If the enforcement squad rescues Lina first, I'll be in greater danger, and it'll be harder to get me out too. The enforcement squad members set their tools against the metal panel of my car when Kevin Green, my older brother and the captain of the squad, raises his hand to stop them. "Get Lina out first. She scares easily." Wayne Aston, my mate and the enforcement squad's deputy captain, blocks our mind-link. "Your brother's right. You're my mate too. If I save you first, others will say we're playing favorites." My ch

"I will never bake you a birthday cake again, Morgan. Your birthday has nothing to do with me anymore." His lips trembled, and he looked as though he had something to tell me. I continued, "I only came here today to see the ending with my own eyes. I wanted to see what a person who doesn't know how to appreciate what they have, who tramples on someone else's sincerity, looks like in the end. Now, I've seen it." I spun on my heel and walked toward the door. Morgan used what little strength he had left to yell, "Believe it or not, you're the only person I have ever loved in this life! After I'm gone, all my assets will be left to you."

He held into the wall as he tried to walk, "If you stayed, you'll die." "So it's okay if you died but not okay if I did?" I sarcastically said. He nodded, "Yes, it is." "No, it's not." I want to punch him so bad right now. "Yes it is, because there are people outside waiting for you to get back to them and you should," he said, "It's the total opposite for me, I have no one else to get back to, the only person that ever gave a shit about me is still here, so I'd much rather die in here searching for her then go back into that world, okay?" My chest tightened and the thought of punching him became more appealing, "You said it yourself once, who will give a shit if I died, no one."

Can’t I? I don’t have any other options anymore, Oh God… If I can’t have him by my side, I’d rather die… It’s impossible I go on with my life with all these pain, misery, sadness, gloom, and nay darkness without Erito by my side. I’d rather die than see Erito together with that lucky boy whom he really likes and loves. I’d rather die… I don’t wanna live forever like this, with all these pain, misery and suffering. I don’t want it… I don’t want it...