Social Suicide Book Novels & Stories

Though the idea of going back excites her, knowing what happened to her was more important than temporary happiness she will feel down there. Suddenly remembering what was written in that book, Suyi’s figure slightly faltered, her eyes shaking and her positive energy quickly changing. Inside the book were 10 different names and identities, different lifestyle, race and personalities, yet all of them died due to unknown reasons at the age of 25 at the same day, different year but exactly the same time.

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.

And finally, the pain is too much. Oh And I'm all out of whiskey. To soak up the damage you've done. Oh Is there anything I'm guilty of? It's loving you too much. If anybody asked how we died, Call it suicide. Don't fabricate Just tell them, baby. It was suicide. Don't sugarcoat it; just let them know. Ahhhh, Call it suicide. Oh... Don't fabricate (No, don't fabricate it.) Just tell them, baby. It was suicide.

I failed him in the most unforgivable way. I nodded silently as he spoke, watching as he tried and failed to keep control of himself, playing with my fingers before linking together our hands once again. He did not want me to see him in such a state of vulnerability. But I could tell by his grip that he also did not want me to leave. "Most people who commit suicide don't actually want to die. They just want the pain to end.

“Do you want to talk about it? Or would you rather I tell you a terrible joke to cheer you up?" "A terrible joke might be just what I need," I replied, forcing a smile. "Great! So, why did the math book commit suicide?" "I don’t know, why?" "Because it had too many problems!" Alice burst into laughter, and I couldn’t help but laugh along. "You’re the best. But seriously, Alice, I don’t want to think about it anymore." She took a step closer, her eyes full of concern. "He talked about Sammy, didn’t he?"

VITTORIA~ I sat on the bed in my bedroom for some time taking huge breaths and reminding myself that death always wasn't a solution to everything. And besides that, if I killed my husband, I would only pray I made it a few meters past the gate before I joined him in hell.

My body was a prison and apparently, one of my own making. “Does everyone know…that I…?” “Alpha reported that you had been poisoned. There was nothing further discussed. Only me, a few nurses, Charles, and Samuel know the truth.” I swallowed. “The truth…that I tried to commit…suicide…” He nodded after a long stretch of silence. “It’s common for survivors of suicide attempts to not to remember what happened. It’s your mind going on the defensive and locking away the memories that drove you to such extremes. So that it doesn’t happen again, our mind removes those memories as its own self defense.”

Chris took one book and realized something on the space where he took the book. “What is this?” he mumbled to himself. A part of the wood seemed to be elevated. He started removing other books in the shelf that covers the certain elevated part. He observed it and touched the wood. His eyes widened when he is able to slide the wood. He took the papers inside and slid it in the book he got. He went straight to the living room and put the books he got and then went back to fetch his laptop. He chose the living room as it’s the place where there’s no cameras monitoring him.

He said handing me a file. When I open it, I growl loudly. That motherfucker tortured his own mate. Her body is covered in bruises. There are broken bones that are healing incorrectly. She is severely malnourished. There are mental health issues from the torture now too. How the fuck did she survive this without a wolf? I handed the file to Thalia and hold her. She is going to get emotional, and I need to hold her through it. As she is reading the file, her hands start shaking and her anger is palpable.