I Won’t Die For You Novels & Stories

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

"Look at you. Without your parents to back you up, you're nothing but a useless wreck. I'm not going to waste my life in poverty with you. I thought you'd make a comeback, but clearly, you're just useless." Jessica stared at him in disbelief. "Wilson, didn't you say you loved me? You never used to care this much about money before…"

I won’t stop even if it kills me. “I just know. I’ll die for you, Nina.” Slowly, her gaze lifts to me, pupils dilating as her arms snake around my neck. “And I’ll live with you, Cassian. Every day until my lungs give out.” My vision blurs, lumps loosening in my throat. Good. “I’ll expect nothing less, my headstrong girl.”

But I didn’t care. Let Matt watch. Let the trees bear witness. I need her to know. Even if I never say it aloud. Even if I’m silent forever. My loyalty doesn’t need words. I would die for you, Ingrid. No questions. No second thoughts. And if it ever came to that? You’d never die alone. Even if I have to carry you back to Jace. Even if I have to walk straight into the fire. I won’t let him touch you like that again. Because Jewel Grey— You are the death of me.

I can see how much time people have left to live, so I warn my wife, Kayla Jebb, that her first love, Sebastian Miller, is about to die. She calls me a jinx and knocks my teeth out herself, making sure I'll never speak again. With my mouth full of rotting flesh, I beg her to help me, but she walks away, satisfied with the outcome. Instead, she heads to the hospital to take care of a sickly Sebastian. A month later, Kayla returns to the villa with a fully recovered Sebastian, as if to prove how foolish I was. When I see that Kayla has only one day left to live, I say nothing and simply smile.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

My husband, Bastian Howard, had finally taken his seat as the Don. But the woman he married and brought into the Howard estate was my "sister"—the fake heiress, Moriah. As for me, the wife who actually signed the marriage pact with him? I was stashed away in a separate apartment. I went from the Don's wife to a dirty little secret. Worse, when Moriah framed me for poisoning her, Bastian snatched away my adoptive mother's heirloom without a second thought. When Moriah and I were both kidnapped, he chose her without hesitation, leaving me to die. Every single time, he'd tell me, "I'll make it up to you next time." But he didn't know—there wouldn't be a next time. Soon, I'd fake my own death, l

"I want to be with you forever and ever. We are meant to be together. this life is for you if you are not there, this life has no meaning. I will I would love to die without you" "Ryan" she keep her hand on his mouth "This is true, hope. I will die without you. Please forget all this, freaking world status and about other's "I promise I will fight whatever is bothering you. I will make you happy. You are my happiness, hope i swear there has no meaning for my life without you"

He had tried everything possible to get himself healthy all to no avail. Like any other person that will find his or herself in his shoes, he tried but he failed. His disease was said to be incurable and so he had no other choice than to wait patiently for death’s call. Thinking about his mom, whom he knew was going to freak out if he told her about his situation, he couldn’t help but worry. He was going to die anytime soon and so leaving his mom all alone and she was going to experience the traumatic experience from the day his father died. He felt pity for his mom and so decided to shower her with all the love he could have during the short period that he was going to be around.

"No, you are not going to kill her!" "You still don't understand, do you? It doesn't matter, if she lives, she would still die. You see, I'm not the only one who would want her dead, and you should too, because she will rip off your heart and devour it right in front of your face before you drop dead"