Not Dying For Her Lie Again Novels & Stories

she confess which makes me to want to know what she's scared of "Don't be I'm here for you" I encourage "You being here won't solve anything for me" "I know but please tell me. You're keeping me in the dark" I pleaded "It's" she stopped and sighed without continuing rather she get up to leave but am not letting her go without finding what's wrong with her "Tell me baby. It's what?" "I'm dying" she whispered which I guess I didn't hear very well so I asked again not able to stand up "You're what?"

She felt stupid to believe their lies but now it was too late. Her insides were already burning as she drank some acid. She knew she was dying and she could not do anything as the poison was too strong. "W h o a... w h o a... I t... i s... j u s t.. s o m e... s o u p. Y o u ... l i k e... t h i s.... s t u p i d... s o u p... m o r e... t h a n... m e... h u h?

"So you will fuck a rogue, and them. Dagen as well, but not me?" "Let me fucking burn, I would rather that then have you touch me." "You're baiting me!" I growl. "You want it, you're just saying it so I lose control and do it." I'm not a fucking fool. She shrugs. "I'm dying, but I will die clean, knowing I never let you near me. Then you will live, knowing you're the only one of them that didn't get to fuck me at least once." She's lying!

"See?! You're dying right in front of me!" "I am not dying, stop nagging me already," she grumbled, panting at the end of her statement. "Okay so it's not normal and I lied, big deal. I get sick too, you know. And I'll be fine. The two of you need to stop panicking and allow me to deal with this my way,"

“Not you. Not him. Me.” I stared at her. Not with pity. Not anymore. Just understanding that came too late. “You weren’t.” She stumbled back like I’d struck her. Her shoulders curled in. “Then kill me,” she said quietly. “Get it over with.” I stepped forward. Blade to her throat. Her eyes shut. “No.” She opened them. Blinking. “I want you to live with this,” I said. “Every lie. Every hand you betrayed. Every memory you tried to carve your name into. I want you to remember how close you were to something real and how you chose power over it.”

“Is she here?” Her face closed like a book slammed shut. She answered as if rehearsed for the million lies the wealthy tell to hide the mortgages on their consciences. “She’s dead,” she said, and the lie slid out slick as oil. “Been dead a while.” Dead. The word cracked like a rifle shot in my chest. My first instinct was a laugh, hysterical and raw because how could she be dead when the bond hummed faintly? How could she be dead when I remembered the exact shade of fear in her eyes the night I made her kneel?

I fell on purpose. "She knew about your disloyalty. And when you slapped her, that shattered whatever was left between you." Zoey burst into hysterical laughter, but Julian's face turned grim. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat. "How dare you—do you have a death wish?" Zoey's face turned red, but she looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Because I love you, Julian… You lied to me. If I have to suffer, I’ll make sure you do too."

She chuckled dryly, “Me? I’m dying. There’s no fixing that. But if I can help bring them down before I go, then maybe I won’t go to hell with everything weighing on my soul.” I stared at her. For once, I didn’t know what to say. She was human. Flawed, dying, but human. And maybe, just maybe, a piece of her was telling the truth. I stood up slowly, placing the pictures back in the envelope and folding it into my bag. “I’m going to verify everything you said.” I told her firmly, “Every single word.” “I expect nothing less.” “And if I find out you lied to me again…” “I won’t.” She said simply, “I don’t have time to lie anymore.”

she whispered. I frowned, leaning closer. “You… you always wanted to die,” she said, her voice trembling, “and you never told me the truth. You made fake promises that you would live, but you had every plan to die.” I froze as a sudden realisation sunk in. A misunderstanding. It was all a misunderstanding. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden rush of emotions swirling inside me. I stood, cupped her cheeks, and brushed away the tears streaking down her face. My lips pressed softly to hers, and I whispered, sincerely, “Why would I want to die when I have you?”

But right now, she didn’t want to hear a single voice. Finally, behind the closed door, she let her frustration out. She collapsed onto the floor, pulled her knees to her chest, and cried. At first, silently.... then harder…then uncontrollably. She didn’t care what anyone thought. She didn’t care if it scared her parents. Her whole world was collapsing. How could she think of others’ feelings? I died once because of lies. Young Riley was killed because of lies. I can’t do this again. I cannot live with more lies.