My Love Brought Me To My Death Novels & Stories

I don’t know when this feeling happened. This overwhelming sense of dread for what’s to come next. I don’t know if it was when I lost my family. Or my best friend. Or myself. I find myself in the worst place possible now, and the only person that can help me is him. He, who tore my whole life apart in a matter of seconds. He, who played with the strings of my fate and has now trapped me in a life with only one path left. He, who must also die. And he will take me with him.

My memories had been broadcast live all over the Internet, and many people now recognized Cameron and my father. Cameron looked worn out. "Zoe can kick up as much of a fuss as she wants. I don't care anymore." He stood up and said to my father in a hoarse voice, "I promised to marry Zoe to save her, but it ended up being the last straw for Nessa. It's my fault the person I loved the most died, and I didn't even get to see her one last time… I brought all of this on myself. You and I are the culprits who caused her death!"

Watching my back. But not for long. I took a deep breath and stepped back from the window. My hands clenched into fists. “I miss you, Ronan,” I muttered, letting my back hit the wall. I slid down slowly, knees folding up again. There was a time I didn’t think love existed. Not real love. But Ronan had proved me wrong. And now his death proved me right again. Love gets you killed. I pressed my forehead to my knees and closed my eyes.

I watched my brothers, their tears unending, their sobs a constant echo in the empty house. Memories of my previous life haunted me. They had been so eager to play in the pouring rain, only to be claimed by a tragic accident. My parents had tricked me into signing an organ donor consent form back then. I was too young and naive to question their motives. When I died, my heart saved the older twin, and my corneas gave sight to the younger. As they played, innocent and unaware, I could not help but wonder if fate would cruelly repeat itself.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Madison Griffin." Madison calmly recounted her experiences over the years. She mentioned that her work had been plagiarized and stolen and that she had been forced to abandon her lifelong dreams. She described how her family only prepared gifts for Juliette every Christmas. She also shared her inner feelings as she was discarded by her lover, consumed by the raging fire, and pushed to the brink of death. "The flames tore at my skin," she said. "In that moment, I wanted to die. But then I thought, why should it be me? Fortunately, I was given one more chance. Though it was only for a month, it was enough."

"Mark, I haven't been happy since I married you! Not a single day! You heartless animal! The only person I love is Alex! If it weren't for you, we would've been together long ago! Even if we die, we'll die together!" I simply smiled faintly and said, "Then, I wish you two star-crossed lovers would die in each other's embrace." After that, I applied for an extended leave and boarded a flight to Marivo for a vacation. The pain this relationship left behind was deeper than I could have imagined. After briefly saying goodbye to friends and family, I set off for that distant island nation, hoping the vast ocean and quiet beauty would slowly mend my wounded heart. A year later, I returned to the c

“And my love… please don’t blame yourself. I chose this life. I chose death because… because death felt like freedom to me, through and through.” The tears I had been holding back for hours now flowed uncontrollably. My chest tightened, my hands shook, my body quivered with grief. The video continued to play, but I couldn’t focus on anything except the raw, unfiltered love in his words, the truth of his sacrifice. My vision blurred, and the sobs escaped me in desperate, heaving gasps.

My younger sister, Selena Shaw, was born with a weak wolf. The pack healer warns our family that she must not be startled at any cost. Consequently, my own life is forced into a state of stifling silence. To avoid triggering her wolf, I never dare to vent my emotions. Even if I'm injured, I can't cry out in pain. My parents always stroke my head with a look of guilt on their faces. "You're so sensible, Camellia. We need to protect Lena's wolf together. You're very healthy, so you should be more accommodating to her, alright?" One day, while we are out camping with the rest of the pack, I accidentally knock over a stack of firewood, and the noise startles Selena. Her wolf immediately sp

Every single time, he told me the same thing: it was all part of his revenge plan, and I needed to endure it a little longer. He said that once Sylvia climbed to the very top, he would strip everything away from her and destroy her completely. I believed him. I watched Sylvia rise higher and higher and their relationship grow closer and closer. However, the revenge I kept waiting for never came. Instead, I received news of Dolly’s death. I came back to my senses when the crematorium staff put the urn in my hands. I thought it would be heavy. Instead, it was terrifyingly light. The little sister I once struggled to carry with both arms could now be lifted easily with one hand.

Maybe, I was seeing her because, just like her, I must have died. My heart hurt even though I was supposed to feel no pain as a dead person. My heart reached desperately for Cayden, it longed for him. I loved him, I couldn't tell him but my love for him was real. Whether I never got a second chance at life or whether I truly died in that water , all of what I thought I experienced were just thoughts, delusions that I fed myself, I still loved him and that love was true. In fact, that love might just be the only true thing about me.