Life Is Yours Death Is Mine Novels & Stories

"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.

To see you before others engulfed in happiness, What honors thou hast bestowed? That thou wilt leave a legacy for kin to mirror. Great! I lived my youth thou loved by thee, When the hour came, my breath was gone. How I tell thee, that death encompasses me I must no longer stay for thee. Golds, silvers, diamonds, and gems I had, Fame and dignity created in a masterpiece, Made the fatherland, a soil rich, Thou art my friends and the apple of my eye. Behold, I am no longer a living being,

I looked up into his face — this face that had no business existing, sharp jaw, dark eyes burning into mine — and I refused to be the first one to look away. "Correction." His voice was quiet enough that it lived only between us. "You are mine. Only mine. No one else gets to claim you. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to even look at you the way I do." He didn't blink. "Be a good girl, Rose. And I will burn the entire world down and hand you the ashes." The silence stretched tight between us. Then I lifted my chin. "Fine." His eyes narrowed slightly.

“Even if you are a bitch who sleeps with others, you are my bitch, you can only be mine, your life is determined by me, even if you die, you will die in my hands.” -*

"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 “.

With that, he picked up the shovel and started digging in front of my grave. From noon until dusk, he dug. When the grave was finally ready, he lay inside it and swallowed the poison. It was fast-acting. In mere moments, he was dead. I knew this because I watched his soul rise from his lifeless body. For a long moment, we simply stared at each other in silence. His eyes turned red as he floated toward me, reaching for my hand. I stepped back, my expression cold. "We're both dead now. Let's stop pretending, shall we?"

“I’d like that.” “You sure?” “Yes. I want to.” They talked a little longer—about small things, about dinner plans they’d never find time for—and when the call ended, the room felt suddenly empty again. She placed the phone beside her on the couch, next to the signed contract. Two different lives, sitting inches apart. The thought settled heavily in her chest. She whispered to the quiet apartment, “It’s just work. Nothing else.” But even to herself, it sounded uncertain.

When she grabbed his pants, he kicked her off and made his way toward the exit. Once Lucy saw that Carl was truly going to leave, she used her final move. Pulling out a syringe from her pocket, she held it to her neck and threatened, "If you don't marry me as promised, I'll kill myself here today, and everyone's going to curse you out for causing my death!" She was certain someone as vain as Carl would surely care about his reputation. True enough, he stopped in his tracks, but he was riled up as well. "Hah! If you want to die, go ahead!" Carl roared. "Angela would never have married someone else if it hadn't been for you, you jinx!"