Life Is Yours Death Is Mine Mga Nobela at Kwento

He shudders, and I add, "you're mine, in this life, and the next." The End.

Please! “Because the very spirit seeking to take your lives,is the one who took mine.”

"Then take it!" "Guess what? I can't take it unless you're ready to die. You have to admit it with your own lips that you're ready to give that life because you only have half a life just like me. One of us has to die if we want to battle for the same life that we both have. But know what? If you have my life in you, if you take the other one I have you'll be exactly like me. "Stop." "I'm telling you the truth."

“Everything I have, everything I’m worth, is yours after I’m dead.” . Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And if you can, please support me by dropping a comment or gems <3... sincerely, me!!. . TBC

After all, my words have never truly reached you. I stared at the stars in the distance and clenched my jaw tightly, forcing myself to hold back from explaining. Just then, fireworks lit up the night sky outside. It was Halloween that day. I gazed at the stars and sighed softly. Before I knew it, I had already held on for three years. Three years ago, my ex-husband, Lucaro Ricci, died in an assassination attempt. After his death, he remained by my side as a spirit. I sought out a priest about this issue. He told me it was because Lucaro loved me too much, and that his love had become an obsession, preventing him from ascending to heaven.

"After all, you're both going to die today." "Griffin is mine. Don't you dare challenge me for him." Jorm quickly approached as well.

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"She promises peace. An end to fighting. An end to fear. An end to everything." "That's not peace. That's death." "What's the difference?" Hope tilts her head. "You've died multiple times. Did it hurt? Or was it just quiet? Just nothing? Just rest?" She's right. Death was peaceful. Silent. Easy. But life. Life is hard. Beautiful. Worth it. "The difference is choice." I move closer. "Death is the end of choice. Life is infinite choices. And I choose you. Every time. Every reality. Every version."

" At first, I was furious at her words. Jason and I grew up together and had long been the most important people in each other's lives. Who was she, a mere assistant, to decide our future? Yet when I scolded her and tried to gesture for her to leave, I realized my fingers were weak, and I couldn't lift my arm. Freya looked at me with pity. "Ms. Moyer, you love Mr. Thorne so much. Do you really want to die without dignity in front of him? I feel sorry for you. "Listen to me. The moment you were diagnosed, you two were no longer a match. Stop exhausting the love between you. "If you're going to die, don't drag him down with you. Leave with some dignity. I'll take good care of Mr. Thorne from n

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.