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I couldn't hear what was happening but I heard someone asking to call the ambulance as I laid on the ground, supported in someone's arms who held me tight as the feeling of death consumed me. If Jon was dead then I had no more reason to live. Jon was everything to me and now his gone. Ren I'm sure you'd love to see papa. Let's go join him so please don't hate me for going with you. These were my last thoughts before tears slipped down my eyes and I gave up consciousness. AUTHOR'S NOTE Dear readers please comment, review and rate my book. I will gladly appreciate it so I will know which of my book is best for the Goodnovel's 2020 contest.

So why? Why am I dying already? I reached out the book from my bag. I was on my way home but I decided to stop by the local bookstore to buy my book. I heard it was trending so I wanted to check it out, then, before I knew it, I got caught in a car crash. I’m dying. I was really dying. Fate was too cruel, it's so unfair. Then it was nothing. The darkness surrounded me and I was certain I drew my last breath. But just then, something miraculous happened.

"Death Reincarnate.” With a satisfied smile and the very words that are being carved unto the book with the symbols and marks that tells its existence and final title of this very grand game, but only into this very world. The book started to slowly turn into ashes and disappeared without a spec of evidence in front of her. She whispers. “Now, do you want to hear or see, yet maybe both of what my core sin is? Yet and perhaps the core sin of the prominent crowns of this very dimension?”

⁠ Some pages hold only a si‍ngle sentence‌, but⁠ the‌y hit harder th‌an anything e⁠lse. She wr‍ites about w‍anting to die and prayi‌ng for it. Bel‍ievi‍ng death is the⁠ o‍nly way she will e‍ver be free. I reach into my jacket and pull out my flask, un‌screwing the‍ cap with stiff fi‌ngers. The bu‍rn of the alcohol is the only‌ thing that keeps⁠ me from s‍lamming‍ the book shut right then but the⁠re are too many pages.

"Why is my life so tragic? After I die, my property will be donated to an orphanage because there is no one in my life" .. . ...... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

" Seeing the disdain on her face, it felt as if someone had squeezed tightly on my heart, so much so that I could not breathe. It looked like one could still feel disappointment even after their death. It was much more painful than when the doctors cut me open on the surgery table. The despair and suffocation I felt before death overwhelmed me once more. In my final moments, I remembered thinking about how no one would look after Christine once I died. Before dying, I had used up all of my remaining strength to call her. I pleaded with her, saying, "Christine, can you come and see me? I think I'm about to…" Before I could finish, she impatiently interrupted me. "Jason Lowe, enough! You only

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We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

I won't test you anymore! "I won't hang up on you anymore! Don't die on me… You can't die on me like this!" She fell to the ground in paralysis, grabbing the red down jacket that I couldn't put on anymore as she cried her heart out.

“Yes, you’re right. I’m a monster! But what about you? You think you’re any better? Go on, say it yourself. While Daisy was still alive, how many times did you abandon her just so you could sleep with those women? How many times did you leave a five-year-old alone in a crowded street? Do you even know how close she came to being kidnapped? If I hadn’t been secretly following her all those times, you wouldn’t even have a body to look at now!”