Morir Para Vivir Novels & Stories

My words are mumbled and rushed. “It’s just how it is Carrie. That’s what love is all about, saving the one you love,” he’s rubbing my shoulders but it’s not helping. I turn to him, no shame in what mess I must look like. “Why does one person have to die to save the other?” “Because that’s what you do when you love someone. You die for them.” “It’s unfair to the one that has to keep living, don’t you think? What if they’re not ready to let go?”

I trailed off, my tears falling one after the other. "You have to live for the both of us. I'm dying so that you can live. Because you'll have a better chance at life than I did."

It was a mystery that had left the entire pack in shock. Miranda's emotions were running high, and her thoughts were all over the place. Miranda's aunt had tried to comfort her, telling her that Lia's body had healed in death, as was the general way for Mothers of the pack. They often died without any blemishes or scars, even if the object that may have been involved in their passing was never found. But Miranda couldn't help but think about the possibility that Ragnar had killed her grandmother. At first, the tears were slow and steady, barely noticeable. But as Miranda's emotions continued to overwhelm her, the tears became more frequent and more pronounced. She tried to wipe them away wit

"Yeah. The kind you sleep with—no drama, no commitment." The room went dead silent. A not-dead woman crashing her own funeral mid-affair? Not exactly something you plan your Saturday around. Her mask finally slipped. Anger poured through. "Jensen, you knew I was alive and still filed my death certificate. You did it on purpose, didn't you?" "Yeah." I didn't flinch. Let her burn.

I fought with her but at last she won this battle, "In anyway I am dieing, Manik ...... Each nd every, scream nd scar of that night is printed on mind. ..... Even a single glance of it breaks me thousands times and unfortunately these glances are all around me, 24*7 ...... I can't survive more than this, seeing u people doing things for me makes me want to live ..... But in this living I am dieing at every moment ...... ..... This is the only thing I have asked u in my whole lifetime, please don't deny, I know I am being selfish but I want to be selfish, in front of u ........ I have lived enough, please give me peace" every quote or motivational speaker failed in front of her one true desi

She shrugs, then, with one final gentle squeeze of my hand, she gets up and walks to the door. “You should take the time to think. I’ll leave you to it and keep them out for some time.” With that, she leaves me alone with my thoughts. Why do I want to keep living? Who do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? Or better yet, Why don’t I want to keep living? Who don’t I want to live for? What don’t I have to live for? To live or not to live?

I need to go too, even if I die. I'm going!

In other words, he'd have to cut off all ties with Serena, but in doing so, he'd be able to survive. Most people would choose the second option. After all, staying alive was the most important thing. As a man, Cassian lived his life proudly. He could choose to die while standing, but he'd never sink down on his knees just to survive. If surviving meant giving up on the woman he loved, then he'd never be a real man. Fighting was the only option left. He must fight. Cassian began thinking of ways to deal with Sergio. That was when he heard the latter speak up.

Being alive is the best. No matter how painful, how hopeless life may feel—if there’s a chance to stay alive, then stay alive. Raina said, “Right.” The words lingered, hard to fully grasp in the moment. After a pause, she added quietly, “There was a time when things were really bad for me too. I didn’t think I could go on. I wanted to die every day… But, like you said—if you can live, then live.” ***

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.