Killing Yourself To Live Book Novels & Stories

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

The room falls dead silent for a minute, though I do hear Gabriel screaming in Spanish. The males I normally beat are older than me, a fuck load rougher and meaner. They best not be fooled by Hector’s boyish good looks and charm. If the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me and I believe that. I was born the way I am, with a need to kill. Males like me are normally dead or in a human jail by my age. It’s only because of Dozer that I’ve been able to mold and change my bloodlust into a more manageable and better way to live. I coexist with the evil inside me.

he snarled one more time and since his aura was affecting me so strongly, I had to answer him to calm his nerves. "Yes. I want to kill myself. Do you know why? Because I've tried my very best to live as if I was the only one who got the grace of being alive. I'm the only one who tried to keep pushing myself into each blessed day because I thought everything would be fine soon. I was the one who thought I have to live a peaceful life without someone I'd come to love but then I think nothing works for me. The world is so envious of me and wants me to suffer more since you have also stopped me from leaving the world!"

My actions made it so my own children couldn't be around me. “To kill the life of someone is the same as to kill all humanity” I state as I lift my head to look at Avery with tear filled eyes. The quote is one that I lived by in my youth because I believe in it. I read the book to her so many times that she would know it as well as the next lines.

I whispered. A fresh wave of nausea hit, memories pushing like claws against the walls of my mind, shadows of a past life I had spent years trying to understand. This book...This book was the answer. This was the ritual Darren used to kill me, to kill my baby, to take power for himself.

The book had done very well. I had walked out of the dark of all of it. Eventually, I moved to a city by the sea. There was no Mason there. There was just my future, and it was bright.

In my previous life, I was so furious that I trembled. Jason had added, "Aunt Eva, it's just for clout. Once I make enough money, the people online will just forget about me. You won't lose anything. It's just words. It can't hurt you anyway!" That family took advantage of me, and I ended up dying due to depression. Daniel got fired from his job, too. Henry, on the other hand, got bullied in college. In the end, he had no choice but to move away to the countryside. None of my family ended up well, all thanks to Jason.

he called holding unto her face that looked perplexed by his answer for what she did, “aren’t you appalled? you should be disgusted Kal, I killed someone, I used this body for my dark desires, their death was my only reason to live then, I had vowed to myself, that I would strip them of all they had, that was all I had lived for” she explained

- He whispers weakly but then falls silent with his eyes open. My body was frozen. My lung stopped inflating, my heart gave one last hard beat and all my blood stopped flowing. It was probably white. "The sunflower still lives as long as there is the sun" I was still alive... "Killing was the first thing you did when you came to life, and it will be the only and last thing you do in life." ...with no trouble getting up... "You came for deaths and therefore you will live for her." ...and strength and motivation like never before in my life.

I breathed through the dizziness. Death. That was how this chapter of my life would end. I needed to give in to it. I wanted to, but my survival instinct, after so long in that mode, was hard to suppress. The need to survive was in every cell. It drove me onward. I knew myself. I wouldn’t give in no matter what no matter what they did to me. Not until my last breath was ripped from my lungs. Why couldn’t death be easy?