Our Flag Means Death Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

No words. No hesitation. Just the rhythm of our footsteps against the dirt, the pounding of my heart in my ears. Fang territory wasn’t far. But it wasn’t close either. And every step I took felt like another step toward my **own grave**. Because they didn’t just **hate** me. They wanted me **dead**. I was the rogue who had humiliated them. The **traitor**. The one who had taken what wasn’t mine and left them **bleeding**.

Goddamn, why is my audience a bunch of dead people? I’m killing it here. My laughter dies down, and the silence of the dead stretches, permitting my mind to run wild. “I don’t get it.” I whisper, “You know, ‘Ugly’, that’s going to be my baby’s name, by the way. Anyway, you know, the second he held on to me, I knew it, with everything inside me, that I could kill for him. That I love him so deeply for the mere fact that he could breathe, and just for that, I am willing to give him the world. So how come you didn’t feel that way for me?”

Kenny must've accidentally hurt Benji because he wanted to fight back—" I couldn't take it anymore, so I delivered another heavy slap across Joshua's face. "Kenny this, Kenny that! All you care about is that shameless woman and her equally shameless son! Joshua Tucker, how is it that you still refuse to believe that my son is the actual victim?" Doubt was written all over Joshua's face. He could only mutter in disbelief, "That's impossible… How could Kenny do that… But Rosalind clearly told me that…" I felt like bursting into laughter at that moment. How ironic. My son was already dead, and yet Joshua still had blind faith in Rosalind and Kenny!

His death is on me. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! MURDER!

I'd rather die Than give up the fight

“I believe I’ve made myself clear. Perhaps you think that I still love you and would not want you to jump. You might even think that my heart will go out to you. “But Joshua, all the things you’ve done over this period have destroyed the remaining love I have for you. So, I only find it funny that you’d resort to threatening me to be back together with you through suicide. If I don’t love you anymore, why would I care whether you live or die?” Her words were too harsh, and Joshua could not accept it. With an ashen face, he shook his head. “Don’t. Stop talking.” Yet Rain continued, “If you really died today, the most I will feel is a slight regret that I did not manage to stop you. “But unlik

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And as he walked away, as his footsteps faded along with the echoes of his promises, I knew deep in my bones that with my daughter’s death, my mate, Alpha Killian, lost me forever. THE END

Every passing second and millisecond tightens his death grip. Am guessing this is it. This is my death means abd where I die. I slowly and gradually quit struggle. I perform the unthinkable. I gaze deeply into his red blaze like eye's. I'll probably be dead. Breaking a rule shouldn't hurt. Or so I thought. He strengthens his grip. I gasp more. My life force slowly and gradually pull off me. I battle for dominance but alpha Ron's grip ain't any mere death grip. It kills faster than imagined.

Abigail looks shaken but Anderson is laughing, “Oh, don’t be a baby. All of you have to do is give us the flag and we’ll leave you here, dangling.” “Anderson,” Abigail sounds uncertain. “Maybe we should help her down. That looks really dangerous.” “She’s a vampire, remember?” Anderson snickers. “The undead. How does an undead die?” Is he on drugs?! What kind of comment is that? I’m not an undead and I can certainly be killed! “Abigail,” I meet her gaze, terrified now. “Use your own brains. He’s crazy. If you push me, I die.” “Y-You,” she looks at Anderson as if for support, before continuing, “You just have to give us the flag and we’ll leave.”