Not Worth Dying For Novels & Stories

She just keeps crying, and it guts me more than anything else in my entire life. I have faced gods. Demons. Centuries of death and war. But nothing— Nothing— Has ever brought me to my knees like this. Like her, choosing to let me go in the most permanent way possible. Without even knowing it. “I’m not worth that,” I whisper. “I’m not worth you.” And maybe no one hears it. But I do. Because I believe it. Because it’s true. If this is the price… I would rather die a thousand times over.

I won’t even know it, won’t even realize that I am close to death. I lean in and press my lips to Elita's mouth, which is still swollen from my rough kisses. Death has never seemed like a bad idea to me. I have always thought…I have lived more than the life written in my fate. When the time comes, I can readily give up my life and let fate have its way in the end. But now, I am realizing it. I didn’t want to just give up because I was cool about dying. It was because there was nothing worth living for. Everyone around me had something they held onto, a meaning they attached to their life.

“You think having Nazte’s mate in your pack would offer you some sort of protection, don’t you?” “It won’t,” said Ares, very softly. “Curse me for trying. At least I have hope.” Mum scowled at Ares. “There must be a way out of this. Trying to be honourable now – saying you will stand and fight and die for your pack – means nothing. You will not be remembered. Your death will achieve nothing.” “You always taught me to do what was right,” I whispered, my eyes going wide. “To stand up for what I believed in, no matter the cost. If that means dying for nothing more than an ideal, that’s what I’ll do.”

"Why... Are you doing this?" Noah asked. "It's because someone like me doesn't have any worth and shouldn't be alive." Micheal said sadly. "No one will care if I die anyway. I'm just a useless waste of space. So it'll be better for everyone if I speed up my death a bit,"

"Look at you. Without your parents to back you up, you're nothing but a useless wreck. I'm not going to waste my life in poverty with you. I thought you'd make a comeback, but clearly, you're just useless." Jessica stared at him in disbelief. "Wilson, didn't you say you loved me? You never used to care this much about money before…"

"That's easy for you to say, your life's worth pennies. Miss Brown’s life is actually worth something. She shouldn't throw it away over just four billion." “Just' four billion? You've clearly never lived paycheck to paycheck. People die in stupid accidents for far less than that. Four billion is more than tempting."

Something worth fighting for. Previous

The bonds forged in battle were now further cemented in grief and shared mourning. The elders, their faces etched with the wisdom of years, offered words of comfort, reminding them that death was a natural part of life, but also an integral part of their world. They spoke of the cycle of life and death, of the eternal bond that connected the living and the dead. They reminded them that the fallen were not truly gone, but lived on in their memories, in their actions, in the legacy they had left behind. Their words, though not capable of easing the pain, offered a sense of solace, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

No one spoke. I took a breath, and the cold air burned my lungs. "I've always believed I had to die to be worth something. That being useful was the only way anyone would ever love me. When they sent me into the snow, part of me was relieved. I thought if I died being useful, at least it would mean something." My voice cracked, and I didn't try to stop it. "I don't want to believe that anymore. But I don't know how to stop."

As long as they are able to prove to everyone that they are figures who deserve to stay alive then they will not care about anyone, that is the reason they become the foundation that they really want to get to this point. "Unfortunately we are not as confident as you, and I really feel so very hurt by this, this is something that no one could ever imagine, more than that we feel so very much want to live much longer than what happened, death certainly leaves a mark and also gives something very bad to everyone that is the reason why I don't want to die in vain like this, fighting for one of the truths that even the person we are fighting for will not care about us then we just see how our fa