Suicidal Reader X Novels & Stories

A few days later, her email chimed again. This time it wasn’t a publisher. It was a reader. A woman in Michigan. A mother. A survivor. I read your book in one sitting, the message began. I didn’t know someone else had lived through the same kind of silence I did. Your words felt like a mirror I didn’t know I needed. Thank you for writing the things I couldn’t say. Thank you for being brave enough to speak out loud. Because of you, I finally believe healing is possible. Elena read the message again and again. She closed her eyes. Let it sink in.

Ryan couldn’t tell what she was trying to say but it was quite strange for her to praise him like this! “He… he made me feel safe under his wings! I… I had not to run away from the loan sharks and… and no one could ever bully me but… but she was the one who… who keeps telling me to die! But you see, If… if she won’t stop saying this, given my mental condition, I might commit suicide!” “WHHHHAAATTT?” Ryan almost yelled hearing the word suicide. - - - - - -

“I don’t want this…” “Shhh! Listen! Listen to those screams. Isn’t it the sweetest melody you have ever heard, Xanthea? One of those screams could be of the person who burned your books. Doesn’t that excite you? HUH! Tell me how good this makes you feel. To see them burn! To see the people who burned down your mother, your mother’s last memories! You are enjoying it, aren’t you, little toy! AHAHAHAHA!”

His eyes turned bloodshot as he grabbed Xavia tightly and said hoarsely, “That's right! Because of you, I feel like I'm suffocating! 'Because of you, I’m in pain and feel like dying! Because of you, I don’t want to live for another second! Even if I could get back on my feet, what’s the point of living without you by my side?!' “Xavia, why did you do that to me? Why?!” Xavia was stunned. She couldn’t believe that this man wanted to commit suicide because of her. He loved her to the point that he would kill himself! Should she be honored or sad? Xavia was at a loss, and then...

CHAPTER 3: SUYI WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDE, DANGER, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Baffled by the sudden sound of a powerful voice, her body flinched a little and only managed to calm down when she counted one to five. Every time that she feels scared or anxious, counting down always eases her heart.

"Don't you worry, Marcel. I'll help you seek justice through legal means for what Henry did to you. From now on, the world is all for you to explore. Go on and spread your wings." I liked her final words for me. Sitting on the plane that would take me out of this city, I finally heard the mechanical voice I hadn't heard in a long time. [Marcel, you no longer require the companion of a system. May your journey ahead be smooth, and may you live without worry.] It knew that I no longer had any suicidal thoughts. Therefore, it had no reason to bind me anymore. I thanked the system. Because of it, I got to live until this very moment. I promised not to let its effort go to waste.

"It just means there's someone whose wolf recognizes yours. Someone who could be part of your support system, even if just as a friend for now." "Can I tell you something awful?" The words slip out before I can stop them. Dr. Mitchell leans forward slightly. "There's no judgment here, Brynlee. What's on your mind?" "I have these thoughts . . ." My voice drops to barely a whisper. "These violent, terrible thoughts about what I want to do to Xander. About making him suffer like he made me suffer. Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I lie awake planning exactly how I'd do it."

Images of meeting with Faceless and my mission flashed in my head also as I pulled yelled in rage, pulling the trigger till my gun clicked empty. . . . . TBC ©️Perry Trey (Author Peller) 2021.

"Can you not poke my shortcomings? People avoid talking about it. You told at home all day, yesterday stimulated me, aren't you afraid of my psychological distortion and suicide?" "If you want to commit suicide, I can provide you with countless ways to ensure that you commit suicide is beautiful and successful. The least recommended suicide method is lying on the rail. Judging from my experience in investigating cases for so many years, the suicide method of lying on the rail is too tragic to be suitable for a beautiful teenager like you." "I'll go, is this still my sister?" "I can put up with you, yes i am your sister." Bright Santos burst out laughing when he heard this, and the refreshing

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.