Please Throw Me Away Novels & Stories

Then, I folded the veil neatly and placed it in front of the grave. "Mom, I'm leaving. From now on, I'll hold my own umbrella."

Feeling the nostalgia hurt me to my soul, I tossed the phone on my bed and buried my face in my palms, regretting what I threw away because of a stupid sentiment. I was a fucking idiot.

Then the feed died. It took me a full thirty seconds to process it. He hadn’t even brought the flowers inside. He tossed them. Camera and all. Like garbage. My fingers gripped the tablet too tightly, the screen warping slightly under the pressure. Slowly, I set it down. My breath came sharp through my nose, but I kept my expression neutral. No one was watching, but composure mattered. Always. Still, something cracked—just a little. He’d thrown away more than daisies. He’d thrown away my sweet gesture. Me. But that didn’t mean the game was over.

I pulled out the SIM card, snapped it in two, and threw the pieces out the window with all my strength. Goodbye, Slade. You just exiled the only person who holds the key to your pack's evolution.

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.

To be able to make a fraud and have the body thrown in a mass grave. I hugged her: - Do all that... If it's good for you, go for it, my friend. I don't regret commemorating the death of the man who stole eight years of my life. - And what are you going to do with that junkyard? – Ben asked. - Old but perfect. - I spoke. - I'll throw it away. In the trash... Donate, I don't know. - No... You can't do that! - I said. – It's a bike that was one of the best sellers a while ago.

Goosebumps feather my skin. “Throw that useless bunch of garbage into the trash can. Right now. If you want flowers, I will plant you a whole fucking garden, filled with the best flowers that money can buy. But these —” he flicks a dark, disgusted gaze at the carnations still clutched in my fists, “— these will be dead by morning. Throw. Them. Out…”

My message was terse, final: 【This set. Sell immediately. Liquidate. Donate every cent to the Sunrise Pediatric Rehab Center.】 【Estimated market value exceeds $500,000. Are you sure?】 【Looking at it makes me sick. Get rid of it. Yesterday.】 【...Okay.】

on the floor. His voice was hoarse with disbelief. "Why are you throwing those away?" I replied indifferently, "Trash should be thrown away." As I said that, a wave of unprecedented relief washed over me.

I strained through my teeth, glaring at him. He huffed out a laugh and pushed me against the wall, pressing his body against mine. “Believe me, I don't want to kill you. Mates cannot kill each other. The Fates made it this way. I just need to get rid of you.” He stepped back and shrugged while the blood in my veins turned cold. “How can you even say that?” I gritted out, struggling to move away from him and failing. “I trusted you... I loved—”