Novel & Cerita Just Let Me Die

I'm facing now my death. 'G-gello. Meg.' My last word before I lost my conscious. —————————————————————————————————————————— Enjoy Reading! Thank You! God Bless! - ErnEst_odrE_5v -

I want to record this precious moment so that I can post it on I*******m and twitter. #devilchokedtilldeath #freedomonitsway #innerpeace #celebrationtime Please get me some popcorn. I had no intention to help him but I wasn't dressed nice enough to be in the spotlight of the media if he died. So I decided to do the unwanted thing with a stone on my heart. Dying from choking on your own saliva looks quite easy and uninteresting. Doesn't it?? Let's help him so that he can die a painful death later.

My legs nearly fail to keep me upright. I'm going to die tonight. I swear I won't make it till tomorrow. I will die!

His tears fell hot and heavy, passing right through my hand as if I wasn't even there. For the first time since becoming... whatever I am now, I actually felt something—Vincent's tears. But despite everything, it was as if he couldn't see me anymore. I waved my arms, made silly faces, anything to catch his attention, but he didn't react. His eyes remained glued to my gravestone. Seriously, Vincent? Staring at that lifeless photo of me, when I'm standing right here? Can't you see me? Frustrated, I glared at him. But before I could do anything more, a gust of wind swept through, and suddenly, I felt weightless. My body, already barely visible, began to dissolve into the breeze. My vision blurr

If I die then everything will be finished. I will find peace. My eyes slowly close as my mind goes blank. It felt nice to die. Finally…..I could… meet…my……

blabbing " please just let me go, I wouldn't even taste good, am very skinny and your gods wouldn't even like me, and if you want to sell my organs, let me inform you that my organs wouldn't even work fine without me, the moment you kill me my organs stop, so please just let me go. I finished, I just hope they listen to me, my breathing came out heavy as I just said those words with so much speed, I don't think I've ever talked that fast. It became too quiet for my liking and before I could really understand what was happening, I heard laughter, yes laughter, maybe they were laughing at the fact that I think they would let me go, or maybe they don't understand English and found my strange la

I flash a wide smile on my face, the one I rarely show. “When I die-” “Foul.” he replied and I rolled my eyes on him. “Just let me speak, okay?” I said. “Don't use the foul word. I hate it.” he responded and pinched the bridge of his nose I took a deep sigh and swallowed the forming lump in my throat. “ When I die...I want you to continue living. Go find a girl that will treat you what you deserve.” “I'll rather die.”

Suddenly, there’s nothing more I want than my bed and quiet. “I’m only gonna say this once Nina fucking Mitchell. You are hereby banned from the Flying Death territory. I will put out shoot on sight orders if anyone sees you. There isn’t now, nor will there ever be a reason for you to contact me, your mother or my pack. I’m sparing your life and I don’t know why. Do the right thing and get your shit together for once, this is your rock bottom for real,” I say, and turn to walk away. She doesn’t call after me, she doesn’t say a word.

She fooled every single one into thinking that she didn't love me. I collapsed into the pool of red, my memories flashing through my mind. I knew what that meant—I was dying. In the final moment before my consciousness slipped away, I saw Lauren rushing toward me frantically. When the crowd saw her arrive, they had yet to realize the gravity of the situation. Instead, they kept hurling insults at me. "Cameron was being such an asshole and stole Gregory's mother's watch. We're just teaching him a lesson for you, Ms. Sink!"

Twenty-one years prior, The System ripped me into this life with a brutal mandate: make one of four made men fall irrevocably in love with me, and I'd earn my way back to my real life with a healthy body. I failed. Every single one of them chose Rosa. The system's final mercy: die here, go home. I stood in a rotting Brooklyn dock warehouse, gun in hand, and closed my eyes. Right as darkness closed in, a raw, raging scream of my name tore through the silence, like the man shouting would burn the whole world apart to reach me. ... The Brooklyn dock warehouse was a tomb. This is where I check out. My exit ticket was tucked behind a loose brick.