Sad Suicide Stories Novels & Stories

SERRA “Last twenty-sixth day of August, Bruce Collins committed suicide. On September eighth, as Silverio University celebrates its twenty-fifth Anniversary an accident happened that involved the death of SU’s nightingale, Suzy Williams. Days later, a video turned viral online with bloody pictures of the two students. The video was ended with a bloody question ‘Who’s next?’. A week after, twenty-first of September, the famous shampoo endorser Victoria Solis was found dead in her room at SU’s dorm. Speculation circulated that the three deaths are connected. The netizen’s question is, is there a murderer inside SU’s University?”

Zach asked when he returned from the bathroom and found Krista in bed, holding a sobbing Susan in her arms. "I think that reality is sinking in now that the shock of everything is wearing off," Krista said. "I can't even begin to imagine how it must feel, to know that someone actually is trying to kill you and her own son at that. It's just surreal." "It's a fucked up world," Zach said with a sigh as he carefully got into bed, stifling a groan as he lay back next to Krista, his injured right leg on the outside edge of the bed. "But are you okay? It's not every day that you kill someone."

"You like it? This is an exclusive ocean fireworks show just for you. As long as you're happy, forget a few water columns... I'd buy you this entire ocean if that's what it takes." My heart sank, but I did not have time to process the pain. Blake was already trembling in my arms, his mind breaking from the terror. He shakily raised his wrist where his smartwatch was strapped, tapped on his father's contact, and stammered through tears into the device. "Daddy... please... stop... I..." Before he could finish, another torpedo exploded nearby. On the other end, Zachary let out an impatient, mocking laugh. "Don't call me that! My son doesn't stutter like you, you autistic little brat!"

he took a break from his story, went to the water dispenser and grabbed a cup of water and came back to sit, he placed the water in front of me while looking more relaxed than he did before standing up, and I realized he needed the break. “My first son was found in the bathroom bleeding out from his wrist when he mistakenly sliced one of his veins while self-harming; he didn’t make it to the hospital; he died on their way there. I wasn’t there and couldn’t even attend his burial because I was out of the country, and in the final stage of the business deal, I went there and didn’t want to be bothered. The day I came back, I met my second son, who overdosed in the living room and, unlike his b

I couldn't bear it any longer after killing a man in his own home, so I walked out of the school that day. When I returned the next day, I learned that the wife had passed away. She committed suicide in her own bedroom, and her children were the ones who discovered her. I couldn't take the guilt any longer and was going insane. I would fantasise about that day night after night. I stopped going to work and was finally dismissed, and I got psychologically ill. When the watchers approached me, I begged them to wipe my memories, which they did.

“Did you know that Diabolos’ novel received bad feedback? Hahahaha.” Adrastos raised his head to meet his gaze. “Really? What exactly is the plot of this story?” he asked. They knew well that Diabolos enjoyed writing a book about people who had committed suicide in this place. So it’s nothing surprising to him if his story receives unfavorable feedback on his book because Suicider’s life stories are likewise really unpleasant.

The weight of the guilt pressed down on me from the inside. I staggered to the coffee table where my laptop was. I opened a fresh document. Sadie’s suicide note. Her goodbye. It's time to bring the story to life. One that'll match her personality. To anyone who ever knew her_ ambitious, exhausted, brilliant, and broken in just the right places. And lethargic. That’s the key. She was always so lethargic. I started typing. Getting the story together. > To whoever finds this, My life has been nothing but but dedication to years spent in pleasing others. Fighting. Building. Sacrificing for others. Smiling through boardrooms, press conferences, and events even though I wanted to cry, giving when

"If it wasn't for Anya being clumsy, you wouldn't be in this situation where you have to escape." "First of all, I need a little adventure and thrill in my life. Second, It's not entirely Anya's fault anyway. You like Kpop, so you should've known about the saseangs. Fans can be crazy. She told me about it while we were camping. We talk about other things besides that, though. She's...pretty okay to hang out with. Maybe quite fun. She's a petty good lad, I must say." Sadie wants to take a bite of another food, not because she's hungry but because she wants to hide her emotion and shut herself up. She shouldn't tell her friend how Anya Moore's smile makes her smile, how cute she is when she ch

I paused,they both stared at me like a psycho. "Unlike other kids with a blissful childhood,I never had one,I had a monster as a father,I lost my eldest brother,I lost my younger brother who never got a chance into this world,my boyfriend used me,my bestfriend betrayed me,I was in coma for weeks,I was almost raped and now,I'm not doing well in my academics because of the accident,now tell me,who's supposed to be holding that knife because I'm not sure you have insomnia or you are scared to sleep because of nightmares or flashbacks and here you telling me you wanna kill yourself,why?!, because you betrayed me,oh,no,sweetie,don't do that,you aren't suicidal,you are just guilty and that serves

I mumbled to myself as I kept the book inside my bag. Was it the only last resort... lucid dreaming, a way to know what would be the reasons of a certain person that happened to take away their own life without giving any hint? Was it the only last thing that we could possibly do? Like what Caius did, it was my last option when I lost my mother when she jumped off of a 10-story building of a city hall and died.