Killing Yourself To Live Book Novels & Stories

“There is that. If someone is out to erase the Cleaners, you make a great cover.” I laughed. “So, I’m only around to help keep you alive, and you’re still going to kill me?” “Yes.” I jumped up from the bed. “Why? I want to fucking live too, you asshole!” He stood back up and walked around the bed to me. “Do you think I care about that?” “No. You just think about your desire to live. Well, Mr. Killer, what the fuck is so important in your life?” “It’s mine, and I’ve worked damn hard to keep it.”

His hold on my arm tightened. “What??” I suddenly shouted. “Okay. Since you obviously are good at reading minds, why don't you figure it out yourself? Why do you think I want to kill myself, huh? Do you think I'm happy with my life?! If I am, will I attempt to end it all? What am I even saying?” I chuckled to myself. It's like I really do have a death wish. And I hope it comes to pass right now. “I've wished and hoped for death most of my life and it never came. I mean, I even cut myself open a couple times. But guess what, I didn't die. I pass out only to wake up with the place scabbed up. I tried drowning too, but guess what? I only woke up to see myself beside the river bank saved by a st

Forget armored vehicles—even people couldn't get through. With the storm closing in, I'd had no choice but to charge alone into a zombie nest to steal backup detonators. I'd been bitten while escaping, and to stop the infection, I'd hacked off half my left arm with my own hands just to survive. I'd staggered back, soaked in blood, all to carve out a way for everyone else to live—only for Eliza to look at me with open reproach. "Iris, you're covered in blood. It's terrifying. Couldn't you have cleaned yourself up before coming back?"

My whisper bounced off the heavy wood, slapping right back into my own face. Suddenly, I choked. A sharp sensation, like a tiny needle, pricked the back of my throat. The toxic primer was still spreading. Panicking, I frantically dragged a heavy cardboard box over, trying to dam the white puddle. The box was incredibly heavy. Inside were the components for my brother's new floating bookshelves. Just yesterday, Mom was talking about how she was going to buy an entire wall of picture books for him once the remodel was finished. My own picture books were stuffed away in a cracked plastic bin out on the old back porch.

Honestly, that was probably the single most normal, decent piece of data he had shared with us in recent memory. We both let out a genuine laugh, shaking our heads at his textbook delivery. We knew the brief window of interaction had officially closed the moment his gaze dropped right back to the pages of his book, effectively blocking out our presence and the entire outside world with terrifying ease. There were moments when I was incredibly jealous of his ability to just switch off reality at will. I forced a massive, theatrical smile onto my face and spoke to the remaining passengers. "Alright, team. Let's go introduce ourselves to the place we’re calling home for the next six months."

🔞🔞The Black Ace🔞🔞 ♠️ Chapter 6♠️ ♠️ ELIZABETH ♠️ Sighs! What an exciting life I'm living and the best of it is that, there's no consequences and no responsibility. It may seem unbelievable to some people but in my case, it's the truth. Being alive means enjoying oneself to the fullest and there's no better way to live than to really get on the edge. Everyone has this something in their life that makes them feel alive. Well in my case, there are 2 things that make me feel alive, The first one is killing.

with that I punched him hard on his chest with all of my energy and power that he bumped on the tree some few meters away. "You love darkness. You are dark and so are your thoughts and intentions. No wonder you would turn into something horrible. I should have killed you. I should have closed your chapter long ago. I could have been able to save so many lives if I had been able to do something to you, including that of Margaret. You used all of them for all of your selfish needs and then threw them as the trashes around. I could have saved Royal queen mother, Briada, and even Ezio if I had killed you on time," I strode slowly towards him. "You don't deserve to be immortal. Why do you even fo

he exclaimed. These words made me think. He was right. Every person deserves to live. And by killing myself, I would be a murderer, because I killed a person. Myself. Bella was hugging Dylan supportively. Raf was still holding my hand. It was like he was afraid of letting go of my hand. Like I was something fragile and could break without keeping me. He was looking in my eyes and I was looking in his ones. Because that’s where I found the solace.

Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us? Two down, seven to go. When it’s all over he’ll finish the job that dropped him into my life, and end it. Stockholm Syndrome meets bucket list, and the question of what would you do to live before you died. The questions aren’t always answered in black and white. Gray becomes the norm as my morals are tested. Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do?

The pain lingered, but so did her determination to navigate the treacherous path that lay ahead. Taking a deep breath, Tiffany wiped away her tears and steadied herself. She would not let the darkness swallow her whole. She would seek the truth, no matter the cost, and forge her own path, free from the web of deception that had ensnared her. In the silence of her room, Tiffany made a silent vow to herself. She would not be controlled by the doubts and pain that threatened to consume her. She would rise above the turmoil and find her own strength, no longer relying on Killian or anyone else to define her destiny.