My Love Brought Me To My Death Novels & Stories

For the first three years after my death, I would hold Sena Stilton as she slept, openly sneak peeks while she soaked in the hot springs, and steal kisses when she was absorbed in her work. I thought I'd stay by her side forever. But in the fourth year, she brought home another man. His name was Yves Larkin. The tenderness in Sena's eyes when she looked at him was something I'd never seen in all my time as a ghost. It was like sunlight melting a snow-covered mountain. Just as I approached them, Sena suddenly stopped and told her servants to take Yves to his bedroom. Then, she turned, looking straight at me as she said icily, "Jon Whig. You've been clinging to me for four years. Even de

"Tricked me! I thought you loved me. I thought I was your all." "No. You were just a pawn to get all the Han's assets and now that I'm finally getting my hands on it, nothing can stop me." "I hate you." "I don't really care." DISCLAIMER I apologise in advance for any case, scenario or name that is coincidental to any you know. This work is purely fictional and is not meant to criticise anybody. So please accept my apologies. Thank You Much!!

Luis was emotional at this point. “No, I believe and trust you but your family might not like me,” Yaze worriedly said. “I will not give up on us Yaze. I will only love you I promised. Without you, I would rather choose to die,” Luis emotionally said. “I love you too, Luis,” Yaze said as she already felt that love for Louis. “I WILL LOVE YOU TILL DIE,” Luis kissed Yaze passionately. Yaze went down between Luis' thighs and sucked his hard-on making Luis groan and moan hard of an overwhelming emotion.

Lovato cried out as he pulled her falling body closer to him. "My love….I...I'm…" Mariza gasped, as she sucked in the cold air. "No, you can't leave me," Lovato reminded her. "I can't.... I can't lose you again..." "L-L...love..you"-Her voice was only a whisper now as she coughed out a volume of blood..."my dearest sir, who would have thought I'd be so lucky to find a man...as perfect as you-"That was it. There was no more left Marisa could say for Lovato. She was empty–just a lump of flesh - no life left in her whatsoever, she was truly and utterly dead ..

My love for him ruined me. Love broke me in ways I thought impossible. But that love gave me the best gifts of my life- my bundle of blessings. I bless the stars each day they came into my life. I thought I died when I rammed into the water, the water blocking my senses as I dived with my car. The struggle to breathe but the final destination that I won't make it sank into my last hours. The end was here and nothing would stop the hands of death flipping its wings in its dark embrace.

What he have said kept circling my mind in a loop--Death is the price you'd have to pay for love. Is bringing him back really equivalent to my death? Do I truly have to pay the price just to see the real side of my mate for once? Perhaps, yes....

crazy love Even in my thoughts, I fought the thought of admitting that I was truly deeply in love with her. She was enticing in the subtlest of ways, as if I was letting her handle my actions; it was like getting an uninvited shot of a drug you didn't even realise you needed. It's as though her rhythm transports me to a new location. If you're lucky, your love will remain with you beyond death, despite the fact that it may be eternal. I wanted nothing to stand between this rhythm, her, and me since she was a love song that matched me perfectly.

I saw his heart breaking as he realised I was going to die. I gave him a weak smile, feeling my spirit slowly slipping away. "I love you, Brax," I said softly before finally letting go, my hand falling limp at my side. I was free from the pain; I no longer heard them crying, begging for me to stay. I was at peace in every way.

The memory fades, the kitchen dissolving into mist, and I’m back in Marcel’s arms, his tears falling onto my face. “I love you,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. “I loved you all my life.” He clutches me tighter, a sob tearing from his throat. “Don’t leave me,” he begs, his voice breaking. “Please, Mercy. Don’t go where I can’t follow.” But it’s too late. The darkness is closing in, pulling me under. I feel his lips on mine, a final, desperate kiss. And finally…peace. Endless peace, and the lingering echo of a love that will live on. Even in death.

Turning to look at the man I held onto, I was shocked to see a large red stain forming on his chest. Unable to stop the scream that fell from my lips, I stared at him in horror as his mouth opened and closed, unable to speak. Falling to the ground with a loud thud, the man groaned before I dropped to my knees and applied pressure to the wound. "My love..." he whispered through gasps. Gently placing his bloodied hand on my cheek, I felt his thumb brush against my skin, leaving a cold, wet sensation in its wake. "My only love..."