Morir Para Vivir Novels & Stories

‘What you have to decide... is how you want your life to be. If your forever was ending tomorrow, would this be how you'd want to have spent it? Listen, the truth is, nothing is guaranteed. You know that more than anybody. So don’t be afraid. Be alive. Don’t exist. Live! Don’t hide. Get out and explore! Challenge yourself! Thrive! Evolve! One day, your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.’

Her words now helped me understand their meaning on a whole new level. There is no actual death, Iza. Yes, we are all destined to change but never truly die. It’s simply a changing of forms, a metamorphosis. When one form dies, another emerges, becoming more than before. You see, even in death, there is birth. If they’re lucky, everyone dies multiple times to be reborn into a more significant form of self.

Getting stronger. And through our connection, I hear its voice. Clear. Certain. Terrifying. "Hello, Mother. Thank you for keeping me alive this long. But don't worry. You won't have to make that choice. Because in twelve hours, I'm being born. Ready or not. And when I am, the dead reality comes through. And everything you love dies screaming." The ultimate question: What would you do? Kill your unborn child to save billions? Or let the world burn to protect your baby?

He's the devil I made a deal with. Now I'm paying the price—in his bed. 🔥 I thought I knew what I was getting into. A fake fiancé. Six months. Break the engagement. Survive. I didn't know he'd look at me like that. Like he wants to devour me whole. The first time he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck, I forgot every reason this was supposed to be pretend. "Say my name," he growled. I couldn't. My brain short-circuited. So he made me. Now I'm in his bed, sheets tangled around my ankles, his hands everywhere. He touches me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive. "You're mine, Paige," he whispers against my skin. "Say it." And God help me—I d

Ah, even this is bad for my heart when many died because of me, at least I saved Sena. Yeah... Think positive, Think positive. I'll just close my eyes and stop resisting for me to die peacefully. I bet everyone is jealous of me dying this peaceful. I know how you feel... Struggling to the bitter end but got eaten alive is something anyone wouldn't want. Umu... Umu... *Haa...* What a good short life... ..... ... .... ..... Yeah! What do you mean a good short life!? Like hell, I would end it with just this!?

"You lit the darkness that almost perished me to the pit of damnation. You saved me and revealed the truth. Your existence is the real power, Xiomara. I'm willing to die for you." Fuck. What the hell are they talking about?! My brows knotted and clenching my fist, I gritted my teeth. "I'm not worth it to die for," I loudly declared before prowling my eyes around. "Dying was the last thing I have in mind. I don't want every one of you to die because you are willing to do that for me. I want everyone to fight for their lives, for their survival, for their freedom to end this havoc. Every life matters, not just mine. Fight for yours, not mine. Live for your life, not mine. Breathe, withstand, b

Please. Just stay alive.

Nesryn looked right into my eyes. “Vivamus, moriendum est. A quote from your world which means — let us live, for we must die. When you know you’re gonna die, why don’t you live as you always wanted to? Yeah, maybe you will die sooner because you offend someone or you disobey someone, but you’ll be happy and grateful to yourself that even if for a second, you lived your life on your terms.” She cleared her throat, her voice slightly hoarse.

I smiled at Jean, pouring my adoration of the piece into every part of my body. Memento Mori which meant, in Latin, remember that you will die. That was the embodiment of Eiecrunt. Live fast and hard. Enjoy every waking moment you had because one day it could all cease to be. It showed me that I was lucky to get out of the hell I was in. Escape my fate time and time again. All because I wanted to live. Wanted to feel more. One day I would die and hopefully, my mates would be by my side. "I love it!" Adelia exclaimed beside me, her breath reeking of Alcohol. I giggled and Teagan leaned over to take hers.

said Simon. “However, it is still life. It still matters, no matter how long you have been alive,” said Luna. Simon smiled. That was the first time someone had told him about life. Luna thought about what had happened earlier. “I just thought, don’t you have no death?” Luna asked. “Do you want me to die?” Simon asked. Luna laughed. “Of course not. Just think of this: everyone that shot in the head dies, even zombies, but you’re still alive. What do you think your death will be if the shot to the head is still not enough for you to die?” said Luna.