If I Die Young Taylor Swift Novels & Stories

Today something interesting happened. I died. How awful, they’ll say. How tragic. And she was so young, with everything ahead of her. There will be an article in the paper about how I burned too bright and died too young. My funeral will be small…a few weeping friends, some sniffling neighbors and acquaintances. How they’ll clamor to comfort my poor husband, Gray. They’ll promise to be there for our daughter as she grows up without me. So sad, they’ll say to each other. What was she thinking?

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She felt like she was having a culture shock after living with Niel and tasting his lifestyle. Haylee got off the bed and walked towards a table in front of the bed. There was a music stereo system on the table. She turned it on and reduced the volume a bit just so the music was clear enough for her to hear. The song 'I Knew You Were Trouble' by Taylor Swift was played on it. She sat back on the bed and listened to the song, but part of the lyrics caught her off guard.

Ryan's POV : I stay out too late, got nothin' in my brain That's what people say, mmm hmm, that's what people say, mmm hmm I go on too many dates, but I can't make 'em stay At least that's what people say mmm mmm, that's what people say mmm mmm Opening my eyes, I was attacked by Taylor Swift, well not literally, what I meant was her song with Pearl's monkey jumping. She had already made a small hill of clothes on the floor and she was on the way to make a cloth mountain.

Vincent hated me for six years. He was certain I had betrayed him, and that I had gotten his childhood sweetheart Sophia killed. So he destroyed my family, sent my brother to prison, and married me to torment me. I explained many times but he never believed me once. Then I died. But among the things I left behind, he discovered that when he was bullied, I was the one who found the evidence. When the police took him away, I was the one who hired his lawyer. When his enemies came to kill him, I was the one who paid for the tip and warned him in time to run. He hated me for all those years, and fell in love with me the year I died.

My wife, Aspen Harrod, was the richest person in this city, but I was just a lowly househusband. To celebrate her birthday, I used the two hundred dollars that I had saved for many years to buy her a birthday cake and a red rose. On the way to pick up the cake with my son, Jude Anderson, we ran into a car accident. Jude only suffered minor injuries with my protection, but I was in critical condition. Before I died, Jude gave Aspen three calls. In the first call, Jude cried. He said that I was seriously injured in the car accident, and I was covered in blood. Aspen snorted. “Is that weak-willed man thinking of new ways to get money from me? Sure, I’ll give you ten dollars. It shou

I decided to place my hopes on her still having some feelings for me, the younger brother she had watched grow up. Grabbing the hem of her shirt like how I used to as a little boy, I begged her to fulfill one last wish of mine. "Leslie, could you please kill me—" Yet, I had barely finished speaking when she shoved me away in disgust. Caught off guard, I fell to the floor and was momentarily stunned. "People like you should've died long ago. But if you're going to die, die someplace far away from me. I don't want to have to deal with your funeral."

She dialed three times, then her finger hovered over the call button and never moved again. Before I died, I had tried to call her nine times. Even as my breathing stopped, I still foolishly hoped to say one last line to her. But even as I reached the end of my life, I never heard her voice. There was a vast and stark difference when someone loved or didn't love another person. I pressed a hand to where my heart was. It no longer beat, nor did it produce that tearing pain that once felt like it could rip me apart. Strangely, I felt a bit relieved.

Furious, Sylvia kicked my mother on the floor a couple more times. In a fit of panic, I lunged forward to shield my mother’s body. Unfortunately, the heel on Sylvia’s shoe still landed squarely on her form. Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I came to a belated realization: I was dead. I had been dead for seven years. I was just a wandering spirit and powerless to protect anything. “Sylvia, Charles didn’t abandon you! He...” ‘He donated his organs to you and chose death for himself.’

Staring at my indifferent expression, Scarlett yelled, "Just a few remarks, and you're already jumping out of a moving car? We've spoiled you way too much! You're trying to get our attention again, aren't you? Stop playing those little games!" I didn't respond as I peeled her hands off me. Getting up, I looked around and spotted a black car speeding in our direction. I said, "I was the one who got in the way. Please take care of the repairs." With that, I threw myself in front of the car. "Ade!" Scarlett screamed in despair. She struggled to get up, but it was still too late. I was filled with hope as I anticipated my own death. I knew that I would die not long after I returned to the real w