May Death Never Stop You Novels & Stories

“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

"I will never bake you a birthday cake again, Morgan. Your birthday has nothing to do with me anymore." His lips trembled, and he looked as though he had something to tell me. I continued, "I only came here today to see the ending with my own eyes. I wanted to see what a person who doesn't know how to appreciate what they have, who tramples on someone else's sincerity, looks like in the end. Now, I've seen it." I spun on my heel and walked toward the door. 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."

“Kill me? I’m sorry to tell you baby girl, but you can never kill me. You are stuck with me… Forever.” “Monster.” Martina cursed under her breath and looked out of the window again.

My unborn bαby wαs αbout to be ripped αwαy. The mαn I once loved hαd killed one child αnd ordered the deαth of the other. There wαs nothing left for me. The αmbulαnce doors slαmmed‚ the sound echoing in the distαnce of my fαding mind. Theo kept tαlking‚ his words shαking. “You’re not αllowed to die‚ do you heαr me? You don’t get to give up‚ you fight‚ Celeste‚ fight—”

I Don't Wanna Live Forever - Zayn & Taylor Swift 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 The dead's chair. I sat in front of Mrs Nunung nervous, scared, weak, my head hurt, my ears ringing. My life stopped completely and stopped spinning. My head is dizzy with all this, and it feels throbbing.

My heart hammered a tiny, frantic rhythm. A sliver of sunlight, fractured by the chandelier, caught the polished floor, and for a terrifying second, the reflection wasn't crystal. It was the low, corrugated tin roof back home. The images were always the same: golden dust motes, the distant, muffled rhythm of the neighborhood drums, and then the shift. The unnatural silence. The kind of silence that swallowed people. My mother, beautiful and fierce, gone. Kian, my brother, nine years old, gone, too.

He was already on his phone. The car moved fast through the city. Stellan talked in the front seat — quiet, clipped instructions to someone on the other end who clearly knew how to receive them. Corinna sat in the back and did the thing she always did when fear arrived — she converted it. Took the raw, shaking energy of it and ran it through the part of her mind that was built for problems, for pressure, for rooms full of people who wanted to see her fail. Her mother was not going to become a casualty of a war that started before either of them was born.

Between the current and the stones, anyone going in would be unrecognizable. I had not even reached the river when Mom called. "Zendaya, what on earth is going on? The internet is blowing up right now. Everyone's saying Lily killed herself and that you drove her to it. I know you're not like that; there must be some misunderstanding. Your father and I can drive over right now to back you up!" Hearing Mom's voice, my nose tingled, and tears rolled down my cheeks. In my past life, no one believed me.

She dialed three times, then her finger hovered over the call button and never moved again. Before I died, I had tried to call her nine times. Even as my breathing stopped, I still foolishly hoped to say one last line to her. But even as I reached the end of my life, I never heard her voice. There was a vast and stark difference when someone loved or didn't love another person. I pressed a hand to where my heart was. It no longer beat, nor did it produce that tearing pain that once felt like it could rip me apart. Strangely, I felt a bit relieved.

Perhaps hearing my words, Nicholas murmured, "Astrid, I owe you so much. I can never repay you even if I die, right?" I shook my head. "It's all paid off. You really paid everything off, Nicholas." He stood there quietly. After a long while, I reached out and gave him an air-hug before turning around to leave. Outside, Death was somewhat surprised to see me. "Not planning to see his end before you leave?" "No, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave and reincarnate." Death hesitated and glanced back. "Having known each other for so long, I could tell you his lifespan."