Love You To Death Book Novels & Stories

I put my arms around his neck and lightly kissed him. "Aiden I know one day my friends and family will die. I hate that thought because it breaks my heart but that makes me cherish them that much more. If you were the one to take them to the afterlife I wouldn't be angry or upset because I know their souls would be safe. You don't need to worry about me fearing you though, I love you too much for that. As for the traveling I would always wait for you to come home to me even if you're gone for two or three months I'd miss the shit out of you but I would understand." He pressed me into the couch kissing me as passionately as he could.

Next page "But here you are, sitting beautifuly and I still can't believe that you're mine for 5 years." Next page "I really love spending time with you, I cherish every second of it." Next page "Even we sometimes argue and get angry at each other, I can't stand mad at you. You're too cute." Next page "You know what Song Hailey?" Next page "You're my heartbeat, do you know if our heartbeat stops?" Next page "It means dead." Next page "You're my life and I want to share all my life with you. I can't live without you." Next page

"We love you more." ***THE END***

It was the store that had gifted a beauty to me. All those months, I thought it was just lust, pure lust. I wanted her, and so I kidnapped her. It was just about marking her as mine and then tossing her out. But who knew that the same beauty would have me under her spell? I fell in love with her. And my love killed her. She wanted to make me a good person and ended up dying. I killed her; I f*cking left her to die.

"Tomorrow I die. I can feel it. The Absolute will come. Will tempt me. Will offer relief. And I'll refuse. I'll stay Aurora. I'll die myself. And you'll remember. Somehow. Eventually. Maybe. And if you do, know this: I loved you. All of you. Every day. Every midnight. Every forgetting. I loved you. Freely. Willingly. Completely. That was real. That mattered. That was enough. Goodbye, my loves. Remember me. Not with guilt. With joy. With gratitude. With love. I was Aurora. I stayed Aurora. I died Aurora. Remember Aurora. Always. Day one thousand nine hundred ninety-nine. The last day. The final entry. The ending. But also the forever. Because love doesn't end. Even when people do. Love contin

I could very well lose my child and the love of my life forever. The End =============================================================== Thanks for reading!

My favorite book in the world, it was a tragedy, but also a classic by Guillotine, it is titled “Valentine’s Day” Even though the ending sucks, it was still my favorite book, the female lead of the book died just when the male lead realized he had fallen in love with her, and he was unable to confess his feelings to her. “On Valentine’s day, she was covered in red, like a present, the last he would receive, because on the same day she fell apart, he realized that he had fallen in love.” That was the last of the book, and even though I had read the book about thirty times to be exact, I just couldn’t understand what it meant, I kept on reading because I was looking for some sort of satisfacti

And even more mercifully, there wouldn't be a next life. I had once given everything just to experience a spark of true, unconditional love, but in the end, love was the very thing that drove me to my death. A tragic life like this was only worth living once.

maybe. I opened my eyes and inched even closer to him, I didn't understand the other voices around me, I didn't know whose hands were those trying to hold me, soothe me maybe. I didn't know, I didn't want to know. Everyone else faded as I stared at the man in front of me, the one responsible for the huge, gaping crack in my foundation. Yet that didn't matter because he is also the one I loved so much, the one I love so much; the one I couldn't hate no matter what because he is also the one ready to die just for me.

he said quietly, then retreated into shadow. When the grave was filled, Ophelia pressed a palm to the mound. “Your brief light will guide me,” she whispered. Snowflakes melted on her hand. Thorn spoke, rough with emotion. “War steals too much. I swear no blow will touch you again while I draw breath.” Ophelia met his gaze—friend, guard, unlikely brother in grief. “We endure,” she whispered. “Not for victory. For memory.” --- #### Ashes of Tomorrow Back in Cell Nine—straw replaced by blankets—Ophelia lay awake, pain ebbing to a hollow throb. Through the slit window stars burned, merciless and clear.