Suicidal Reader X Novels & Stories

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTION OF BLOODSHED, SELF HARM, VIOLENCE, LUNACY, HEARTBREAK AND DEPRESSION. MIGHT BE DISTURBING, READ WITH CAUTION BILLIONAIRE XAVIER'S P.O.V .... "I've got plans tonight with your lover.... MY FUTURE WIFE." "Something I so much want to do princess for a very long time" "Tonight, not only would you find out exactly where you stand in this fucking story, but also would you finally get to experience how it fucking feels and hurt to be the fool, to be the loser that would have nothing else"

I felt a surge of panic spring up within me as Xavier's eyes connected with mine, they want to leave becoming nearly overwhelming. Xavier asked a question that cut through the music like a sharp blade in the middle of our dance. "Have you ever contemplated suicide, Sansa?" His words hung in the air, stifling with their weight. He seemed to have gazed into the depths of my darkest secrets, revealing the truth that I had sought to conceal. He was aware of my failed effort when I ingested a lethal dosage of banana pudding in a frantic attempt to flee the life I despised. I was stunned and speechless, and I struggled to answer. Xavier's wicked delight was evident, his knowledge of my frailty wor

Mike was himself struggling, he is almost sure there must be some other explanation but right now, it looks like what he thinks it is. He decided it's better to come straight out with it, so looking directly in Xander's eyes, he uttered gravely, "She tried to kill herself. It looks like a suicide attempt."

Xander's hand moved to stroke the line of the surgical scar under my stomach, gently and carefully. Slowly, he kissed my forehead, for a long time, as if he was trying to convey his thoughts to me, then his kiss went down to the tip of my nose, and when I thought he was going to continue kissing my lips, it turned out he went down to my chin and kissed me there. "I... Didn't know that I..." I said slowly. "It made me frustrated when I started to feel my body was becoming strange. After finding out what was happening, I decided to commit suicide."

That’s what kept me from killing myself in the past; I don’t want people to bother me because I want to die. My eyes widened when I read the subsequent message. I’ll do it, and I’ll agree with it. I’m going to join Live Suicide. You’ll die here, and no one will know. Except us, watchers, and administration of Live Suicide. I flipped to the next page of the paper and read it thoroughly. If you want to take part in Live Suicide, please contact us via email at DieLiveSuicide@hmail.com or via text message at +63 *** *** ****.

:- HI…BESTIE, I’M SO SORRY She read it but didn't respond :- I’M REALLY CONSIDERING SUICIDE. She responded immediately :- WHY ON EARTH DO YOU WANT TO KILL YOURSELF?ಠಿ_ಠಿ I did a small victory dance in my head :- I WASN’T REALLY PLANNING ON DOING THAT, I JUST WANTED TO GET YOU TO SAY SOMETHING.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Since then they always come here and play or read my book collection. Luke was currently reading Survival of the Fittest by Jonathan Kellerman. I recommend the book to him saying that he'll like the genre, although I might say that it was a psychological conditioning to help him view the world a little differently, and what I mean is the way I wanted him to see it.

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote