Novel & Cerita Taylor Swift If I Die Young

  I was born with a weak inner wolf. My parents, the Alpha and Luna, along with my older brother Caleb, treated me like glass growing up, terrified that something would happen to me. But everything changed after my adopted sister, Jessica, was diagnosed with the exact same illness. Their concern gradually shifted entirely to her. They even demanded that I give up the only healing serum capable of curing our condition so Jessica could have it. I refused. I got into a massive fight with my parents, demanding to know why they were so biased. Because of that, everyone decided I was cold-blooded, vicious, and had absolutely no sympathy for Jessica. The day before the injection was to be con

"Yep." His eyes traced over me, taking me in as he nodded slightly. "I think I rather like that." He took a sip of his tea. "So, sky diving?" I chewed my cheek as I studied his his begging face. I might as well give in because I knew I would do practically anything this man asked. He had some kind of spell over me. I had never been so drawn to a man in my life before. It excited me and terrified me at the same time as I didn't understand it. "If I die," I drew out slowly, "my death is on you."

There was no ointment, so I gave up and fell asleep like that. In the middle of the night, a high fever dragged me out of sleep. My throat burned like fire. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. It was Kian. He sat hunched over, carefully applying ointment to the bruises on my arm. I watched him quietly. “Kian, I’m dying. Will you grant me one last wish?” His hand paused. “Stop talking nonsense. What wish?” “Let me leave this place. I don’t want to die here, and I don’t want any of you at my funeral.”

Taylor deadpanned. "No, just a little caught off guard is all." "Come on, Liam. It'll be fun." Dels nudges me and I want to make her happy so i go along with their plan. "I have no clue what song to do." They look at each other. Smiling. Somehow reading each other's minds. Dels nods and Taylor turns to me, "We know just the one. And I'll even play the piano for you." I nod, as if I have a choice. They are terrifying together. "We Are Young by fun. Your voice will sound amazing on it."

I should have torn the paper into shreds and protected what little dignity I had left. I did not want to sign it. Everything inside of me recoiled from the ink on that page. But as I looked up into his unyielding, dead eyes, I knew I had already lost. There was no room for negotiation. Without my signature, the money would not be transferred. Without that cash, my son would die in that hospital bed. My shaking hands reached for the pen. I dragged the tip across the paper, signing my life away on the floor. I traded my freedom for my child's breath.

I whispered before closing my eyes. "You fulfilled your promise!" He whispered while pulling his hands away. Two drops of tears rolled down my cheeks. I could feel the love, the rage and the longing I had before dying. If wasn't a memory of a past. It seemed like I had just lived that moment just now. The pain was still fresh in my heart until Caspian pulled me in his arms and stroked my hair. "Don't worry, we have past all this and now we are together." "And those who have hurt her, has suffered the worst fate no matter which lifetime." He added.

Sebastian lunged. Dario kicked him back and slammed the detonator. "Let's all die together." The explosion rocked the sky. Flames tore through the air. The Morello mansion was gone—nothing left but rubble. *** The TV blared, the anchor's voice sharp: "Breaking news tonight out of Santria City: A deadly explosion leveled the Morello estate overnight. Authorities have confirmed the deaths of Dario Morello, Serena Venier, and both of their parents. No survivors have been found."

Something that is not going anywhere at all, just sitting with the fact it has been trying to outrun. "I thought if I had your Life domain," she says. "If I could take enough of it. Not all of it. Just enough to try—" She opens her eyes. "I knew it probably would not work. The thread being at its end is different from injury. I know that. But I thought if I could try—" "You wanted to try," I say. "Yes," she says. Simply. Just yes. I understand that. I died on a ballroom floor making a wish that should not have worked. I asked the impossible and the impossible happened, and I know better than most people what it means to try the thing you know probably will not work because the alternative is

This time around, I definitely didn't care about those three pieces of garbage. I turned around, went straight home, and locked myself in my room. "Go ahead. Go enjoy your coming-of-age party," I thought to myself. "This time, I'm done with my savior complex. I'll respect your hell-bound fate."

Theme: The Canyon of Death My life is full of shit and fucked. I was once a young boy with the hope of becoming someone great in life, but now, take a look at me. My emotions have now led me to my downfall. I am now left alone to face my problems, and it is a must to unravel them. If I had known, I would have listened to all the instructions given to me by my dad, about all his warnings that emotion would surely lead to my downfall.