Taylor Swift If I Die Young Novels & Stories

But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay. What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?

Noemi's POV "Signorina Naldoni, are you sure you want to 'fall to your death' at the wedding three days from now? The whole thing's gonna be livestreamed." "Yes. I'm sure." The staffer tried again. "It'll be broadcast worldwide. Once you fake your death, that identity's gone for good. You sure you wanna walk away from being the Donna?" I tightened my grip on the proposal in my hand. My eyes stung, but my voice didn't shake.

Across the room, my mother's sobs echoed. Then came the voice that still haunted my dreams—Lawrence Taylor, my fiancé, heir to the Taylor family. "Claire," he sighed, "I know you're jealous of Vanessa. She can be...spoiled sometimes. But this isn't funny anymore. It's gone too far. Tell us where she is." His words cut deeper than my father's rage. We'd been childhood sweethearts. I still remembered seven-year-old Lawrence making me a ring from weeds, promising to marry me one day. When I was away from home, I'd cried every night imagining his pain.

“Also, if I die mysteriously, I want my funeral playlist to include one emotional Taylor Swift ballad.” “You’re not dying,” she snapped. “But fine. Also adding Megan Thee Stallion. You’d want people to twerk in your memory.” I laughed harder, wiping a stray tear from the corner of my eye. “I’ll let you off the hook for now.” Sadie said eventually, her voice warm. “But if he so much as breathes the wrong words, I’m showing up with my limited edition purple lightsaber.” “You mean the fake one that lights up and makes sound effects?” I finished for her.

The day my father's enemies kidnapped and tortured me, my family was celebrating my sister Isa's eighteenth birthday. The next day, she would be handed over to the Cammarata family, our rivals, to seal an alliance through marriage. My father is a Don with more enemies than he can count. When I was ten, the two families arranged a marriage alliance to keep the peace. If the two families ever went to war again, the one who'd been married off would be killed first to send a message. On the day they chose the bride, my sister grabbed the token first: a signet ring. From that day on, she was the one this family loved. My mother always said Isa was suffering in my place. So I had to give way to he

"Lottie… What if Shane really is dead? Won't I be—" "Don't be ridiculous," she cut him off, her tone resolute. "Someone like him values his life above everything. How could he possibly be dead? He's definitely going into hiding. "Besides, that bastard is still in my hands. He wouldn't dare disobey me now." I looked at Charlotte's confident profile and felt a hollow, bitter laugh rising in me. This was the woman I had loved enough to die for. Even after my death, I was nothing but a coward she could use and manipulate at will.

"You're the ones who killed my son! Give him back to me…" Dad buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was crying. Calista shrank into a corner, pale as a sheet, muttering over and over, "No… That's impossible… He's just pretending… I'm sure he's just trying to scare us…" Tyler stood at the very back of the crowd. His head was lowered, his shoulders shaking slightly, looking like someone who was suppressing overwhelming grief. But I could see it clearly—hidden deep in his eyes was excitement he couldn't conceal.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

he said. She accepted the money and smiled meaningfully. I wondered how Nathan would react if he learned the truth about his fiancee. Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a news alert. [Fifteen-Year-Old Girl Selling Flowers Hit and Killed by Truck!] Just as Nathan was about to check it, Erika snatched his phone away. “Honey, it’s late. Let’s go to sleep.” Too bad. He almost saw the news. Time passed, and Nathan received a message from my phone.

One Saturday morning, I couldn't believe what I was hearing or the fact our house smelled like Wonderland. It's the same song she repeatedly hums, which started irritating Ares and me. The death song. Shake it off by Taylor Swift. She would sing that song whenever she was super happy because of its hype beat, but the lyrics are about shaking off romance. I don't know why she would be satisfied with a song like that, but the way she sang seems funny yet horrifying.