Sad Death Quotes

I died on the day I won the Global Medical Doctorate Award. Fresh from celebrating the sixteenth birthday of my younger sister, my parents, brother, and my fiancé finally returned home, but it was three hours after my death. My family photos were beaming with happiness on social media, while I laid in the suffocating basement drenched in blood. Before I died, I had struggled to slide my tongue across my phone screen in a desperate attempt to call for help. My parents and brother had blocked my number. Only my fiancé answered my call. The moment his voice came through, he snapped, "Winona, Winnie's sixteenth birthday is important. Stop trying to hijack attention with your pathetic excuses. Enough with the theatrics!" It murdered my last spark of survival. In that electronic death rattle, my heart flatlined. The 100th time they chose her. The 100th time they abandoned me for her. But it was also the last time. They thought I had ran way to get their attention again, and that if they taught me a harsh lesson, I would come crawling back pathetically. But not this time. Because I didn't leave home. I had been lying in the basement of my house.

In the third year of my relationship with Aden, he died in a war between werewolf packs. His beta twin brother, James, brought back the obsidian pendant that Aden had dropped on the battlefield. He told me in a choked voice, “Emily, Aden isn’t coming home.” I fainted on the spot. After waking up, I went mad and tried to go to the battlefield to die with Aden. However, James held me back. Later on, I attempted suicide multiple times, only to be saved by James and his mother, Louise. All the werewolves in Moon Forest Pack said that Aden and I were deeply bonded. It was not until the third month after Aden’s death that I finally discovered the one who died wasn’t him at all.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

Ratih Purwasih seorang gadis yang berasal dari keluarga kaya raya. Merasa tertipu menikah dengan Rangga Pamungkas kekasihnya yang berasal dari keluarga sederhana. Hubungan mereka berawal saat Ratih dikenalkan oleh seorang teman kepada Rangga. Kebaikan dan ketulusan hati Rangga dimasa-masa mereka pacaran membuatnya terlena. Akhirnya dia pun menerima lamaran dari Rangga, walaupun kedua orang tuanya kurang setuju dengan tindakannya itu. Bahkan untuk menikah dengan Rangga, dia rela meninggalkan fasilitas kemewahan dari keluarganya bahkan dirinya pun rela meninggalkan pekerjaannya demi pemuda itu. Namun apa yang terjadi setelah mereka menikah, sungguh diluar dugaan. Ternyata, Rangga adalah tipe suami yang kasar. Sikapnya mulai berubah. Akankah Ratih mempertahankan rumah tangganya? Atau malah dia memilih berpisah dengan Rangga? Penasaran kisahnya? Yuk silakan dibaca ya! Plagiarisme melanggar undang-undang no 28 tahun 2014.

Nasi aking, tentu akan berpikiran tentang nasi sisa yang diolah kembali. Hidup dalam serba kekurangan akibat sang suami terkena PHK besar-besaran di sebuah perusahaan. Membuat Risa berusaha bertahan hidup dengan mengandalkan nasi aking pemberian suaminya, yang berubah drastis menjadi buruh serabutan. Namun tanpa disadari, dibalik nasi aking itu, tersimpan sebuah rahasia besar yang disimpan oleh sang suami, yang tak pernah Risa duga sama sekali. Setelah rahasia besar terbongkar, kehidupan lampau Risa terungkit kembali dan menyisakan penyesalan yang mendalam. Rahasia apakah itu? Simak selengkapnya sampai tamat.

Nayla Prameswari terancam dikeluarkan dari kampus setelah beasiswanya dicabut dan tunggakan kuliah menumpuk. Tanpa keluarga yang peduli dan pekerjaan yang cukup, ia berada di titik terendah hidupnya. Rafael Aditya Santoso, pengusaha muda dengan pernikahan hambar, muncul tepat saat Nayla hampir menyerah. Ia menawarkan jalan keluar yang tidak pernah Nayla bayangkan: > “Aku bayar semua kuliahmu… kalau kamu bersedia menjadi istriku—secara diam-diam.” Desakan hidup membuat Nayla menerima perjanjian itu. Sejak hari itu ia menjalani dua kehidupan: mahasiswi biasa di kampus, dan istri simpanan di balik pintu apartemen rahasia. Namun ketika Larissa—istri sah Rafael—mulai curiga, hubungan terlarang itu berubah menjadi badai besar yang mengancam menghancurkan mereka semua.

"Kamu harus jadi istri saya, Asma." -Basuki "Asma nggak mau nikah sama orang yang nggak bener-bener suka sama Asma." -Asmaranti Kisah ini bermula saat Basuki kembali menjadi seorang duda untuk kedua kalinya. Istri keduanya meninggal dunia setahun setelah melahirkan putra pertama mereka. Sama-sama menikah untuk yang kedua kalinya, mendiang istrinya memilik seorang putri yang sudah beranjak dewasa. Dia Asmaranti, seorang gadis muda berparas cantik yang dengan baik hati mau merawat Dika setelah kepergian Ranti. Singkat cerita, karena telah terbiasa hidup bersama, membuat benih-benih cinta mulai tumbuh di antara keduanya. Namun Asma berusaha menepis perasaan itu karena takut jika Basuki hanya mencintai dirinya karena masih belum bisa melupakan bayang-bayang ibunya. Lalu bagaimana Basuki meyakinkan Asma jika perasaannya ini adalah nyata?

"Kalila melahirkan. Lebih tepatnya, mau melahirkan." Bak dihatam palu godam, dadaku mendadak terasa sakit dan sesak. Tenggorokanku seketika tercekat, sehingga jangankan untuk bicara, bernapas pun teramat sulit. Gusti, kenapa ini semua terjadi? Apa selama ini aku salah mendidik Kalila? Tak ada angin tak ada hujan, tiba-tiba aku akan mempunyai cucu.

It had been ten years, and Ethan—my mate—and I still didn’t have a pup. One day, he suggested we adopt one from the Werewolf Orphan Charity Agency. “My mate,” he said gently, “pregnancy is too hard for you. You’d have to go through so many checkups and herbs. Your wolf shouldn’t have to suffer like that.” When others heard this, they all said Ethan loved me deeply—that he couldn’t bear to see me in pain. But I saw the truth with my own eyes. He took an infant pup from another she-wolf. “Luckily, Mia isn’t pregnant,” he said. “That way, the excuse of adopting an infant works—and the pup can have a legitimate status in my clan.” I knew that she-wolf well. The same one Ethan used to call a “stupid omega.” Swallowing the bitterness in my heart, I called my mentor at the Werewolf Research Academy. “I want to devote myself to herb research,” I said calmly. Three days from now, during the pup’s first New Moon blessing, I’ll fake my death in a fire. No one will be able to stop me.

Three months after Pete took his foster sister as his mistress, I terminated my marriage, chose to die on paper, and vanished from his life entirely. One quiet morning, I handed my child over to the nannies arranged by the family and walked out of the Rizzuto estate alone. Pete didn’t chase after me that day. He believed I would come back. Once I had calmed down, I would lower my head. The following spring, I was diagnosed with cancer. Standing in the hospital corridor, I suddenly remembered years ago— Pete had taken my hand and said, “You’ll be the finest Donna this Rizzuto family has ever had.” What pulled me back was not Pete. It was a letter from Sicily. Thin paper. Cold, rigid handwriting—the kind favored by old families who had ruled too long to bother with sentiment. “The heir has begun showing signs of emotional instability.” “Recent violent behavior has caused internal concern.” “There is disagreement within the family regarding the current Don’s judgment.” In the mafia world, there is only one reason the elders would bypass a man and reach out to a wife officially presumed dead— When the family itself begins to lose balance. So I returned. To the place I had once fled with everything I had. This time, there were no illusions. I no longer placed any hope in emotion. I was there only to fulfill the obligations of the family. I knew exactly how much time I had left. And I knew exactly what needed to be done. I became a proper Donna.