Suicidal Reader X Novels & Stories

To end his worthless life with the palm of my hand. "Have you ever heard of Zulfiqar?" Xander prompts once more. I remain frozen to my spot, lifeless almost. The more Xander continues to talk, the stronger the urge to kill him becomes. Not caring whether I answer him or not, Xander decides to continue. Having a conversation with himself at this point.

▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬ A/N: The latter part of this chapter contains some triggering contents explained quite explicitly. Suicidal attempt and near insanity, amidst other things, were mentioned and if any of my readers cannot handle such content, please skip the latter part of this chapter, especially the part after the third demarcation graphics (▬▬▬▬▬). I repeat, Skip the latter part if you cannot handle such contents. Thank you.

The Readers. The suited man stood at the room’s center, not fading now—he looked stronger than ever, his suit a deep blood-red. In his hand, he gripped a golden hammer. "The Creator has witnessed you!" he shouted up at the eyes. "But the story doesn’t belong to just her anymore! The Readers demand a trial! They want to decide if the Doctor and the Soul deserve happiness!" A giant screen floated in the air. Maya saw words fly fast across it: — Kill Julian! Makes the story thrilling!

My clit throbbed with every heartbeat “Isn’t this what you wanted, Muna?” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle, but the words cut deep. “You have fantasized about me so much you couldn’t help giving yourself pleasure on my bed. I bet you were thinking of me the whole time, pumping those fingers in and out of your pussy. I saw how wet you were. I saw how your body shook when you looked up and saw me standing there. I saw how hard your nipples were, begging for attention, begging for my mouth” He pried my arms away from my chest and pinned them lightly above my head with one hand “I told you I came here to sin. And that is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to use you however I want while

It was like she was going to go crazy. Tears began to roll down her face as she read the contents of the letter. “You’re running out of time, X.” It was like an ocean. Cordelia cried out the Pacific Ocean from her eyes as she sat down staring at the white board in front of her. As the moments of silence passed after she finished crying, suicidal thoughts began to pierce her mind, threatening its delicate balance. “I think I should just end this. I should just kill myself and put an end to this misery. To these troubles and daily problems.”

Content Warning:This chapter has a suicide attempt scene, which may be distressing for some readers. If you or someone you know is struggling, please consider reaching out to a trusted individual or professional support for help. Remember, you are not alone. **Raisel – POV** I woke up with a pounding headache, squinting against the sunlight streaming through the windows. Alaric was busy adjusting the drapes, flooding the room with blinding light. “Morning, Raisins,” he greeted me.

Slowly lowering the book, she kept her thumb against the spine. “You look surprised,” she said, “Did you think my reading list was strictly limited to theological texts?” “I just didn’t think a nun would be tapped in on such material,” I admitted, leaning against the wooden railing. “Osamu Dazai was a suicidal individual and quite problematic. It’s a beautifully dark book, but heavy.”

I cried out, crossing my arms over my chest as I sobbed at my broken heart. The moment I saw Xander as the same man I saved, I was so happy. I felt great joy thinking he would love me a bit, but even after seeing the scar on my palm, he wasn't moved at all and was still going to kill me. This had been the most painful thing that had ever happened to me. Now, I feel like dying. I want to die. I don't know why this hurts me so much that I wish to commit suicide. "What happened between you and the teacher, and why did Xander almost kill the teacher instead of you?" Hutton asked with a deep growl.