To Die For Book Novels & Stories

Collins' POV It always felt stupid. To die for someone you loved, it always felt stupid to me. Even when Sam Smith released a song called “ somebody to die for”, I felt he was stupid enough to want to die for someone. Why would you want to die for anybody in the name of love?

Then I brought out a novel to read because it was awkward staring out the window and sipping coffee with a stranger sitting across from me staring at my face from time to time or operating his phone. “How far have you gone?” He asked “How far have I gone with the book?” “Yes,” he said smiling. “I’m still at the prologue,” I responded. “Oh, that’s chill, you seem to like thrillers, this book ‘ Kill for you,’ is an epic thriller, and only true fans of thrillers read it.” “I had no idea, I was just drawn by the book cover, but yeah I love thrillers.” “It’s a good one,” he said and I forced a smile. So he had read it before. “I could read it over and over again, it never gets old.”

My gaze moved to Trevor "Now I need you to tell me why you said this book is dangerous " " it's not important " I can see that Trevor is avoiding the question, my eyes lower to see him clenching his fist, his eyes looking restrained like a bad memory just resurfaced. " I want to know Trevor. So please tell me " " if you try opening it and it doesn't choose you, you will die in two weeks " his gaze met mine "We were five who created the book, my four friends died but still I never got to force the book open, and that's why I was safe"

To live, you have to die. Like all things born of fire and the moon, This story will begin at the end. What the hell did I just read? Was this book telling me that I would have to kill myself to gain life? As I read and reread the words, I felt a hole in my heart. There was no doubt, but I also couldn't understand how I could come to life after... leaving. I looked around the room, amazed. “Rhea,” I called my wolf. “What is this book asking me to do?” For the first time, she was as perplexed as I was.

I could hardly breathe. "If you're trying to." Whoever was speaking stopped mid sentence as I pushed deeper before I cut left. I felt the life in me leave as I took my last breathe. Blood coated my hand as it rested on my chest. How ironic is it that I died because of a crush on the high king and a ripped book?

He wouldn’t, would he? “The book that he gave me, he said it’s dark romance and I would like it, but there’s no romance. It’s only dark” she started. “Who does that? He stalked her for years and she finally agreed to have a date. But just before they could get intimate, she died because of mould infestation in her apartment. That’s the most rubbish ending I’ve ever read. I didn’t sleep for two days to finish that book, Steffan,” she explained in between sobs while still buried on my chest. “Oh honey,” I let out a breath while hugging her tighter. “Oh honey, you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought something happened to you,” I rubbed her back while kissing her head trying to calm her dow

Love ...... It's something that can make your life blissful or end your life painfully. As my soul drained out of my body slowly I realized and regretted a lot of things and I do have a lot of regrets, I wish i had a second chance to make things right and to live for myself. But it's all just my wishful thinking as I see my step sister Cordelia and my husband Liam waiting eagerly for me to take my last breath.

"N-No, it had nothing to do with me…" Behind him, Jessica's voice cracked with fury. "So it was you! You're the reason I ended up like this! You tried to have my mom and Theodore killed!" According to the intruders, they had held a grudge against the Dawson family because their own company had been destroyed by malicious business tactics. Their parents had died of cerebral hemorrhages caused by the anger, and they couldn't even afford proper treatment. Wilson was the one who told them when and where to go. In the interrogation room, he screamed himself hoarse denying every charge. But faced with the evidence, his excuses fell apart.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

"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."