Novel & Cerita Kill Me Love Me Novel

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

He picked that novel immediately despite the yellowish pages of it. The truth is Helios was the one who placed that novel there. He likes that novel that he also loves to re-read it because of it's tragic ending. The novel was focused by a wealthy woman who fell in love with a man who has a family already. It was written in the novel how they both fought for their love for each other that ends up to their own dead. Yes, they died because the man's wife also fought for her rights and Helios can't really see anything wrong with that.

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I slowly folded the letter. “Nothing.” “Shane.” “It's nothing.” She stared at me for a few seconds. She knew me too well to believe that. But she also knew better than to force me when I wasn't ready to talk. I picked up the white rose. Its petals were still fresh. There was something unsettling about it. Not because of the flower itself. Because whoever sent it knew exactly where I was. And they knew what I had been doing. For two years, I had searched for my mother and Althea.

I've tried to warn people who couldn't hear me and fight back with hands that weren't strong enough and pray to things that weren't listening. Twelve times. This time I found him first. This time I built the door and I bought the dress and I know exactly what kind of woman makes Dorian Ashvale forget to be careful. I close the folder. Lie back down. Stare at the ceiling until the sky outside starts going grey. Kill me once more, I think, looking at the dark. See what happens this time.

“This isn't still about your dead mate right?’’ The word slices through my heart. “She's not fucking dead!’’ “Right. You're still not over her.’’ Aurelia mutters, her voice bitter. “Goddess, Lia! This isn't just about my feelings, my entire existence depends on her. If there is anything we should be hoping for it's that she isn't dead.’’ I nearly scream at her. It's been hard enough trying to pull through after my father's death a year ago. I would have never imagined I'd lose him so quickly, until four years ago when I learnt about the reason he's been bedridden. The news of his death had hit me like a gut punch, leaving a glaring reminder of how fast the hourglass is running out for me. “I

"You've done so much to get away from everything, to survive. And I love you. I love you so much it scares me. But I realized..." He couldn't breathe. "Some kinds of love are bad. Some kinds of love hurt people and I couldn't keep choosing you over everyone else you've hurt." Zhedya nodded slowly. Accepting. "Then let's end it." "What?" Zhedya reached behind him and pulled out a gun. Ian stumbled back, his hip hitting the table. "Let's end this love story together." Zhedya's eyes were wet but steady. "You and me. The way we started. The way we should finish."

"How did you know?" He remembered that night vividly. She had been angry at him. He had botched a mission and still ran through the pouring rain across Wendover just to buy her favorite cupcake. That night, she had looked at him and said, "It's not that I'm easy to please. It's just… I still love you. But if the day comes when I stop loving you, even putting a gun to your head won't make a difference." Leo pulled out the cupcake from the insulated bag, and she took it without a word.

I felt a warm tear trickle down my cheek, I looked away. His other hand shoots out and grabs my chin pulling my face back to his."I kill people too." He whispered, his head slightly leaning down towards mine."It's my job... I love killing people." My voice cracked as another warm tear ran down my other cheek. My voice cracked as I said that I loved to do it, that I loved killing people."This doesn't make me love you any less." His lips crashed onto mine, fire works erupted over my skin as his soft lips moved with my own. I could feel passion and love in our rough but gentle kiss.

He declared to the world that I was his wife, the only legal family he had without blood ties. He didn't entertain the guests or drink a single drop of alcohol. When they lowered my casket into the ground, he reserved a space beside me—a place for himself. "Mia, I love you." A bitter smile touched my heart as the world dissolved around me. In death, you finally learned to love me.