Social Suicide Book Novels & Stories

she whispered lowly, darkness crawling up her skin and she was tempted to close the book immediately as she could literally see the faces of mates that had been taken away from their other half, and trapped within the lines of the Soul book. "You take a mate from the other and they become mad with rage, deadly but easier to kill.” she explained softly, “Most commit suicide in a second, whilst the others run mad-" she closed her eyes tears threatening to spill when she heard their voices, Where is he? Take me back to him. She calls for me. Please! They could never be set free till the end of time. Their souls were destroyed there was no way to bring them back whole. They were merely shattered

I'm much too clever a girl for all of that. "Of course, mom. No signed books. Noted." I blow the dust off several bookshelves. The dust burns my eyes and makes me cough. Why do we have so many novels? I find my parent's old love letters gross. I see a book on psychology and look through all the pages. The human brain is a complex maze that requires studying and discipline to unlock its depths. And that's when I see it, 'Chapter 17: The Psychology of Suicide.' The note in my pool bag haunts me—the ghost letters 'J. D' make me gasp for air. Is it a cry for help, and if so, am I too late? If J.D is dead, is it my fault for not hunting everywhere for them?

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of ongoing captivity, domestic abuse, trauma, and mentions of past suicidal ideation/self-harm. Reader discretion is advised. It's easy to just give up and die. It's easy to just leave the pain here, to just vanish to feel free. It is such an easy thing to do for people who are completely exhausted by life, like me. I only wish I had just died from blood loss or an infection from the nail I saw. With that, I'll escape all the sufferings.

Sophia could see a noose, a blade, a syringe, and a bottle of pills. "They won't ever suspect that you were murdered if you killed yourself with your hand Sophia, ahhh, what's the term they use for this sought of thing," she said and made a show of thinking really hard. "Suicide! I'm a genius right?" She asked, her eyes twinkling as they reflected the light above them. "You're out of your mind if you think for a second that I'm going to kill myself just to let you have your way".

If you think you may be triggered, this is not the book for you. Other triggers may include crude/crass/vulgar/explicit language and details. At one point there will be some discussion on suicide and a time a character feels they'd rather die, so if you're sensitive to the subject of death or a feeling of hopelessness, parts of the story could be hard for you to read.

He expelled a heavy breath and continued, “I blame myself for not seeing the signs.” “You were always away. There is not—I mean, you mustn’t blame yourself, but I understand how you and most people do,” Lea said. “But I read somewhere that sixteen percent of suicides are completely unheralded. It’s a snap-in-th moment decision borne out of some hidden anguish.”

TW: Mention of suicide God must have taken pity on a poor soul like me. Last night, in the dark and gloomy room where I always stayed alone, I ended my own life. The me who was weak and can't express myself, the me who had no courage to do what I wanted, and the me who can easily be manipulated by the people who wanted to use me... yes, that's me, and I long to end this misery. "On the eve of Sunday, the spouse of Niel Noah, the grandson of Noah Enterprise, perished. It was presumed that the omega has taken his own life-"

This is not the End but the beginning Watch out for the sequel, SEE ME TOO Because I love you, and because you enjoyed reading my book, I'll let you peruse through a sketch prologue of the sequel. ************************************* PROLOGUE SEE ME TOO "SARAH BRIGHT COMITS SUCIDE AFTER LOSING HER FIANCE TO THE WELL KNOWN ACTRESS, AMANDA UDOH" This news headline had everyone at the club staring at their phone and at Amanda, who was also shocked by the disturbing headline. This headline had destabilized Amanda in so many she couldn't explain. But, there was one conflicted thought in her head. One that shattered her to dust "could I have caused Sarah Bright's suicide?" she couldn't believe sh

The girl in the mirror had an exceptionally beautiful face with skin whiter than snow and picturesque eyes and brows. However, there was no trace of expressions on her face. Her ocean-blue pair of eyes also did not have any fluctuations whatsoever. This was not a cold temperament. Rather, the girl called Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. The woman touched her face and there came in view were her long slender beautiful fingers, she rubbed her wrist with her other hand and hitched her breath. This woman is the same woman who killed herself, however, the soul residing inside, is no longer the same.

"Not to disrupt anything. Just to—" "Yes," I said. I did not let him finish the sentence. "Yes," I said again. "Come." I hung up. Eli was still in the doorway. "Is he coming?" he said. "Yes," I said. Eli nodded slowly. "Good," he said. "The pot is boiling over." I looked at the stove. It was. I got up off the floor and turned the heat down and stood there gripping the counter and told myself to breathe and told myself this was fine and told myself I had not just done something that could not be undone.