To Die For Book Novels & Stories

"If you didn’t love her, why did you give birth to her in the first place! "Was it just to ignore her, wrong her, and then, the moment she left, rush to give everything that belonged to her to the person who schemed against her again and again?" Bella’s face drained of color. She froze in place, then after a long pause, began to sob softly. "Adrian… how can you say that about me…" "Shut up!" Adrian cut her off sharply. He took out a worn leather diary and a USB drive and slammed them onto the coffee table. "Everything on this USB drive is your precious Bella’s handiwork!"

"It's not your fault. Everyone dies. Just sooner or later." I sat next to her, crying like I couldn't stop. After a while, she spoke soft. "Chloe, if I die, will you cry like this for me?" I jerked and shook my head. "No! You won't die!" She looked at me and scoffed. "Idiot. You don't have to lie. I know I'm dying." She paused. "Maybe dying isn't so bad. If I die, I won't hurt anymore. And Grandma won't be alone."

I whispered. A fresh wave of nausea hit, memories pushing like claws against the walls of my mind, shadows of a past life I had spent years trying to understand. This book...This book was the answer. This was the ritual Darren used to kill me, to kill my baby, to take power for himself.

Death Contract They say that reincarnation may be true because no one in the world can tell what there is in the afterlife. Nor can anyone prove that fictional things are not true. So I, I believe that in this world we have things we don't know but it's better that we just don't know. "I'll borrow this book," I uttered while reaching the book to the Librarian. The book is entitled Death Contract. When I read its description earlier the book already caught my attention. So I took it.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

How am I going to get home? “Fat bitch, do you not hear me talking to you.” I don’t respond as I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this book. I’ve read several novels like this, but the main character almost always dies in their world. Dread fills me; did I die in my sleep? I didn’t even get to read the last Game of Thrones novel; how could I have died? I’m young and healthy, yeah I’m relatively thick, but a little fat never hurt anyone.

Chapter 50 Death is eradicated. Death is someone’s fault. Death is a process. Those were the last lines of the book that I just finished before I got out of bed. I didn’t expect the ending. It was beautifully crafted; the words were picked carefully by the author. Letters are weaved like a blanch of dress. It was indeed a happy ending, but it made me cry. The character didn’t die at the end, yet he lost everything, but he found himself in something that would give him happiness. a thing that will make his life move in circles.

Her snark and sarcasm in the literal face of death had me in tears sometimes. I have to admit, no offense to my other titles (“I love you all!” she says, knowing they’re not real, but she’s getting dirty looks from the characters in her mind) but this was my favorite book to write. Make no mistake, it was hard. It had rough patches, but Lacey and Six were a challenge and so different and interesting. I didn’t hold back. I let it take every direction Six demanded.

"And -Ummm- thanks for earlier, you saved us. You're kind. Other people would have requested many things from us, but you didn't." Not yet. Forsyth said in his mind. "I don't need anything, actually. You wouldn't be able to get me what I really want." "What's that?" She asked, curiously. Forsyth saw an opening and hastily grabbed it. With a forged pitiful smile on his lips, he said, "I've always heard of the legendary book of Ginnak, it's my wish to see one before I die." Alexandra's eyes widened. Not because of the book, but because he said he would die. Not literally though, but still, he wasn't dying, not on her watch.

"You're safe here. I won't allow that bastard to hurt you." "I don't want to get hurt either. That's why I was looking for the book to exchange it for my life. I wouldn't have done it if my life didn't depend on it." I lower my voice to a whisper. "You don't know what it's like to die. It's an experience I don't want to pass through again." "I believe you."