May Death Never Stop You Mga Nobela at Kwento

There is no stopping that war. ******************************************

Because the moment I start believing in the illusion I create… it will destroy me. Never again. Never. --- LMCD22

An unknown ID. ‘This is your last chance. Make your decision now or regret it forever.’

I am dead…. ****

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

U DO SET D BAR PRETTY HIGH COUZ BUT U AIN’T GETTIN TO HELL B4 US. DON’T DIE M & R BRAINY, BAD AND BOUJEE

Harlyn “This is not the end! This will never be the end! You think killing me will make it all go away? You think that will make it all stop? You are wrong! It will never end as long as you are on the throne! My fight will continue even in death and I will win against you, bastard!”

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

Morgan used what little strength he had left to yell, "Believe it or not, you're the only person I have ever loved in this life! After I'm gone, all my assets will be left to you." My hand rested on the doorknob, and without looking back, I responded, "No thanks. I don't want anything that belongs to you. Keep it, or donate it. I don't care." I opened the door to a brightly lit corridor. When I walked out of the hospital building, the spring sunlight poured down on me, wrapping me in its gentle warmth. I took a deep breath, catching the faint, crisp scent of blooming flowers and fresh grass in the air.