Novel & Cerita Something Worth Dying For

Thank you so much for reading "Worth Fighting For"! Doriane's and Levi's story continues on, but the focus shifts from Doriane and Levi's relationship to Landon and Brooklyn's relationship. Here is a little preview for those of you wanting more! Almost ten years ago, Landon watched his mate be killed right before his eyes. It changed him. After being hard and controlling for years, he has finally learned how to deal with the fact that she was gone. Forever. That is until he goes undercover into Washington. Peter and Oliver Arroyo have a connection to their dad's business in Washington and after they almost killed Doriane and Levi, Landon wants revenge.

Two people cannot say the same thing and be wrong so it meant that she has to be really careful with her. The conversation still went on and the ladies said confidently that they didn’t care whether she was the biggest killer in town but they have to fight for David. If they lost and die in the fight it was worth a try. “I think everyone in this group is crazy, what the hell is special with that man that all of you want to die for him. If you talk about being handsome there are a lot more men who are handsome and have wealth at the same time. What is all this nonsense?”

"He always did everything he wanted, but he still did serve justice. Guess he had his wish in a way, dying for it." It was a graveyard and Frank should not be laughing, but Lofty was just that funny. "Just hear me out—if you can't die, then don't. What's the problem with living in peace?" Lofty shook his head. "People should have a pursuit in life. We care not for wealth, but only for pride." Frank nodded. "In that case, you could die senselessly. Ideally, you'd make a name for yourself without dying!"

Collins' POV It always felt stupid. To die for someone you loved, it always felt stupid to me. Even when Sam Smith released a song called “ somebody to die for”, I felt he was stupid enough to want to die for someone. Why would you want to die for anybody in the name of love?

I watched, on the brink of a breakdown, as my corpse was critiqued by strangers passing by. Seeing my parents escort Julian during his grand entrance made me want to charge over and shout at them in fury. Was I really their son? Why did they have to use one son's death to pave the way for the glory of another? Tears filled my eyes as I watched my parents and Julian weave through the crowd, basking in the glory that had been built upon my life.

"Yes. But it's also meaningful. Noble. Worth doing even when it costs everything." She leaned into him. "I'm scared I'll get you killed. Get Euna killed. Get everyone killed because I'm too stubborn to quit. To run. To hide." "Then we die doing what matters. Protecting people. Standing for something. That's better than living safe but empty." "Is it? Because right now, safe and empty sounds wonderful." "Liar. You'd be bored in a week. Restless in two. Planning rebellions by month three. You're not built for peace. None of us are. We're built for this. For fighting. For protection. For being the shield between darkness and light."

"And we have something worth fighting for. That counts for more than numbers." "Does it?" I moved closer to him. "Or are you just trying to convince yourself this isn't suicide?" His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. "Maybe both. But I meant what I said out there. You're worth it. All of it." "I don't want to be worth people dying." "Then you misunderstand what's happening here." His eyes held mine. "This isn't about you being worth their sacrifice. This is about me being willing to sacrifice everything to keep you. There's a difference."

And if the Council wanted to eliminate my family, they'd have to go through me first. Even if that meant my death. Even if it meant losing everything. Some things were worth dying for. And Elara and the twins were at the top of that list.

Not of death or defeat, but of losing something irreplaceable. Two days until the assault. Forty-eight hours to prepare for battle against an enemy that had studied them for decades. Forty-eight hours to gather strength, coordinate forces, say goodbyes just in case. Alexei looked at Anya, his mate, his Luna, his unexpected salvation, and silently vowed: whatever happened in that facility, whatever the cost, he would protect her. Even if it meant his own death. Because some things were worth dying for. And she had become one of them.

That is what I will die for. When I finally fall, it is not sudden. It is gradual, like the world slowly letting go of me. Corbin stands over me, victorious in his mind, already convinced this was meaningless. But I answer him anyway, because even dying men deserve to speak their truth. I tell him he is wrong. That Adrian is coming. That my death is not an ending without consequence, but a turning point he will not survive. And even as blood fills my mouth, I believe it.