Killing Yourself To Live Book Novels & Stories

"That organization has always wanted to arrest you, not just me." "Yes, because of them, we must live in caves." Egan pointed at the others. "If humanity had accepted us, our lives would have been much better." Uri sighed; these people's lives were also his future. Although he knew he was too weak and immature, he still yearned to find a way to free himself and his fellow humans from this miserable situation. He looked at Egan and asked, "I heard Finn say you guys have an old book. Can I read it?"

How will he see me now? I brave on with a shaky heart, “I resolved to kill myself and my baby.” I cringe with extreme shame, can’t believe what a sinful thing I was about to do just then. His voice startles me when he guesses the obvious outcome, “Then your motherly instincts revived and you chose to live and strive for you four.” I try to speak but he eludes me to say in an indifferent tone, “You’ve all gone through things no one would want to experience even in their dreams. Yet, you burn vigorously to live and make your lives worth it.”

Kai An onslaught of morbid emotions corrodes every cell in my body, and I think my humanity must have broken from how murderous I'm seething. I leaned back in my chair, arsenic flooding my veins, with the smoky sting of nicotine fogging my senses. I had killed once in self-defense, but maybe it was time to rekindle old sins. Not with survival, but taking my time, slow and steady, and picking out every strand of arteries inside those motherf**kers, until they bleed dry, and arranging their bones in alphabetical order.

"You said 'past life'? Are you reborn too?" "Yes. I've been reborn." Mikhail turned to face me, his eyes unwavering. "In the past life, Sophia killed herself not long after our marriage. The world believed I had abused her. But the truth is, she found my room filled with your photos and ended her life out of shame and rage. "I've loved you across two lifetimes, Emma. This time, I won't let the chance slip away." Outside the window, snow fell in soft sheets, blanketing Droskav in a white blanket.

I’m still bringing myself to live every day, to survive every single damn minute. I’ve been under my father’s fists and sister’s hateful words for more than a decade. Now that I am on my own...I will not yield, I will not give up. Because I don’t want to just survive every single fucking day. I want to live. Live and enjoy every heartbeat and breath I breathe. “I will live, not just survive,” I vowed to myself before I dipped my head below the surface, rinsing every bit of filth that clings to my skin.

The words slipped softly from my mouth. Then, like a passing breeze, I disappeared. A broken cry echoed through the living room. The world was beautiful. If I get another life... I hope it has a happier ending.

If that world were a sweet romance novel, then the only way to change its ending was for the story itself to collapse. Once the author stopped insisting on a fixed ending, a supporting character like me could finally escape a destined death. The way to cause the plot to collapse was something I had already tried in my previous life: to constantly change the storyline. In my previous life, I was so insistent on changing my death by poison that I caused the entire exam hall of students to die, throwing the entire plot into chaos. Even then, the author forced the story back on track, ignoring the readers' complaints.

“Kill or be killed, I’ll surely be the one to kill and gain the body count I always seeking to be.” Holding the book that is all still according to their plan. A snap ends the time for Alliah and Kyle, all along with the God that they knew. With the scene that only JK and HIM can witness and enjoy. She then opens the book and follows the steps. Carefully as possible, she draws the pentagram and completed the necessary needed ingredients, all for a mass revival, or does it? “Sacrifice, death, and rebirth, I want my revenge.”

I was in a loop and my death could save my family. With determination, I accepted my fate. I held the dagger tightly and began to stab myself continuously. “For mother…” “For Father…” “For Sylver…” “For Rylan…” “For Nyra…” Blood drained from my body and covered the whole temple, yet I became numb to the pain— Because if killing myself meant they all got to live, then I was going to do this forever… happily… I continued chanting and stabbing even as my body caved in. But I refused to give up— I had to die!

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of severe psychological trauma, depression, an attempted act of self-harm, and themes of captivity and abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Dying. Every single day, I feel like dying. The urge to simply throw myself out of the bedroom window just to escape this torment constantly claws at my mind, but something always holds me back at the edge. It feels as though some unseen force, a lingering echo of an instinct, is desperately stopping me from crossing that final threshold.