Just Let Me Die Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Vanessa looked at me again, this time with a small, knowing smile. I was about to push the door open when a flat, mechanical voice cut in right beside my ear. [Gratitude points insufficient. Remaining lifespan: two days.] I froze. Another crash of thunder followed. The voice came again, clear and emotionless. [Before your physical body dies, you may exchange your remaining merit either for passage home or to delay the world's destruction. Please make your choice.] For a moment, everything blurred, and I was back ten years earlier. I had finished the mission and was about to leave when the system told me the world was about to collapse. Everyone would die: the people who treated me like a god

How could a dead person have pushed her? However, Dad believed her. He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around Ms. Ritter. "Don't cry, I'm here. I won't let him bully you anymore," he said as he patted her back. I froze abruptly and stared at Dad in a daze. He looked at my body lying on the floor with disgust. "Since he's so determined to play dead and get out of donating blood, then I won't cover for him either. Get back every drop that was spilled—insert the needle and draw his blood again. Let's see how much longer he can keep up this act!"

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.

I want to live. Please... Don’t let me die here. And then—everything went black.

He seemed to lose his grip on reality, repeating these two sentences over and over. Watching him put on this pathetic act, I felt nothing but disgust. "Enough! Stop performing in front of me. Even if you died right here in front of me, I wouldn't bat an eyelid.” "Actually, if you really did die in front of me, I'd shout and celebrate.” "Don't let me see you again. I may not have your money or power right now, but I'll keep watching you. The moment you fall from grace, I won't hesitate to kick you while you're down."

Instead, I backed up step by step until I reached the bed. As the sounds from next door started up again, I stacked the pillows and blankets high. Standing on top of them, I opened the custom skylight Ian had installed for me and slowly climbed up onto the roof. With every step, a voice whispered in my ear. "Just die already. Ian stopped loving you a long time ago. He's only with you to get revenge. Death is the only way you'll ever be free." The second that voice faded, I smiled and jumped off the roof.