We Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

Whichever way you look at it, whether you live or eventually die things will always come to an end. Summer ~”AARON …AARON ARE YOU OKAY? ...BABY WAKE UP…AARON.” I am surrounded by complete and utter darkness. If there is light at the top of this bottomless pit then I sure ain't seeing it. I am completely and utterly alone, I cannot hear voices or see the shadows of any faces, I cannot even hear myself breathe. I believe that is it for me then, I must be dead and I am falling down this hole deeper and deeper with every passing second.

Without another word to William…? ‘Look on the bright side… Normally, for other species… once they die, they die alone. If they’re lucky enough, they may die with their loved ones nearby, but that does not make it any easier to handle… For werewolves, however… Once they die, they won’t die alone. They have their wolves, who share their fate.’ If Jengo wanted to, he would smile at the fact pointed out. Maybe even chuckle, if he had the strength to. ‘Way to make death sound a little easier to handle for me…’

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

All I wanted was to join Theo in heaven, but I couldn't possibly leave our son, Jax Burke, alone in this world. I spent every waking moment consumed by my anguished yearning for Theo. As a result of my depressive state, my wolf weakened with each passing day, too. And yet, after the torment I'd been through for the past half year, Theo was now claiming that he was actually alive? "Do you still intend to hide the truth from Ms. Olivia? I just saw her heading to the patch of forest where you two used to go on dates, the poor she-wolf," Agatha remarked.

Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality. After he came to, the first thing he did was rush to the lake. Desperately, he grabbed at the pitiful warriors. "No. It can't be. Amber isn't dead! She's carrying my child. We are about to be parents. Why would she take her own life? "I don't believe it. I will not believe that she's dead until I see her body. You people are lying to me. I will find her and get her back!" A warrior explained hesitantly, "Alpha Matthew, based on our investigation, Luna Amber was diagnosed with perinatal depression. This explains why she would take her own life.

He took out his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart, but it was still powered off. He stood there, staring at the screen as it dimmed, lit up again, and then dimmed once more. People passed by him constantly, some dragging suitcases, some laughing as they called home to say they’d arrived safely, and some being pulled into warm embraces, greeted with excited cries. Only he stood there alone, with nowhere to go.

The day I discover that my husband, Nick Goldberg, is cheating on me, my severe depression drives me to climb up to the rooftop. My older sister, Natalie Swift, stabs him before dragging him over to apologize to me. From then on, Natalie moves in with us and becomes his strictest watchdog. Every time he so much as twitches, Natalie is even more anxious than I am. With Natalie keeping watch over Nick, he genuinely changes. He deletes all of the female contacts he has and comes back home on time. It's to the point that he even reports to me when he's just going out to throw the trash. Because of this, I think that this battered, broken marriage of ours is finally getting a fresh start. Ho

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

Alinta cried, her voice breaking in bitter agony as fragments of her old self returned to her. “You are upon death's door Alinta, finally granting me passage to reach you.” “I'm dying? Am I that far gone?” she whispered. “You are hanging on a thread, my little girl. You are so close to coming home. Just let go of everything. Die.” A shiver ran down her spine; the way that last word had been spoken left her suddenly cold. “Die?” she whispered. “Is that why Mom and I were always alone? You’ve been dead all this time?”