Novel & Cerita We Hate You Please Die

I began to explain myself. I wanted to cry, but I refrained. To cry over our system, which wipes out the innocent and works for the killers. What kind of life was that? What kind of world? "Will you tell me why you did this?" I got even angrier. "I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE YOU ANY EXPLANATIONS! I HATE YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A GARBAGE." I started shouting. "Please don't shout so much, we're in the center of Rome."

“Cancer. We found out too late. And instead of spending those last months with her, I was in meetings. Traveling. Handling deals that didn’t matter.” His grip tightened on the glass until his knuckles turned white. “She never said it, but I know… I know she died thinking I loved my work more than I loved her.” The words were raw, filled with self-loathing, and Sienna felt her heart shatter for him. “That’s not true,” she said softly. He let out a hollow laugh. “Isn’t it? I should’ve been there more. I should’ve done more.” Sienna moved before she could think, reaching out and placing her hand over his. His skin was warm, his fingers tense beneath hers.

this is so painful, it is unbearable, I want to die. I love him, I love Zeus, I shouldn’t be here. But I am, and I have no other option, to see him breathe. It is time I finally give up on these feelings so, that I can at least live. I don’t look for happiness anymore, I don’t look for peace, I look for life. A less painful life, a little life with no other expectations, I don’t want to be loved, I don’t want to hated as well, I just want to live, and forget tranquility even exists. I am dead, but I just want to live and live and live until I want to die and get over with everything.

My eyebrows furrowed. "Who's Dieggy?" ************************************* Hehe. Right. It's LAME. sorry! Please bear with me!

"You say sorry to people in distress. " "Sorry? "She murmured out the word which sound foreign to her ears, although it came out as questions. "Die, sound better than it." "Fucker, killing has been ingrained to your blood, you motherfucking monster. That's why die would be better than sorry to you." She shrugged, a smirk on her face "blame me not baby, that's the joy of my life"winks" what you gonna do now, you know, the old fool would go insane if he doesn't see you. "

Vincent hated me for six years. He was certain I had betrayed him, and that I had gotten his childhood sweetheart Sophia killed. So he destroyed my family, sent my brother to prison, and married me to torment me. I explained many times but he never believed me once. Then I died. But among the things I left behind, he discovered that when he was bullied, I was the one who found the evidence. When the police took him away, I was the one who hired his lawyer. When his enemies came to kill him, I was the one who paid for the tip and warned him in time to run. He hated me for all those years, and fell in love with me the year I died.

I am surely going to die for sure and even if I don’t die, the worse is going to happen to me. I think sometimes for me it is better to die rather than just being alive. I think they are going to rupture every skin of my body and there is only a little percent of hope residing through me and when someone pulled me, there is nothing I can think of except the negative things in my mind. “Please, Please, don’t kill me. Please, I bed to you. Please don’t touch me. I am not the kind of girl you are thinking of please,” I plead with all of my effort trying to pour out every single kindness of my heart.

‘I'm sorry, I'm broken, I'm so fucking sorry, please don't hate me’ But when the doors slide open, the words die in my throat.

Chapter 19 “Go down in history, go down together, into infinity, forever.” - Legendary Lovers by Katy Perry "You're going to die?" Caleb whispered back hoarsely. He looked like his whole world was crashing down. Caleb reached out and wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me to him. I resisted, pushing against his body. "How sure are you? How can we save you from dying?" He whispered again. I shook my head, if I'm going to die, I'll accept it and move on. "Please, isn't there at least one?" I shook my head but then Nina spoke.

Please wait till you are truly 18. Please, as my last wish I beg you, Live your life, don't do something stupid, no one is to blame for my death. The percentage of me dying to save your flat ass is higher than the smartest person IQ, but if that is how I died then I am more glad than anything. I love you I love you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much, don't ever forget that. Your strawberry cupcake (aka Corn ) PS. Find love don't be deprived of love because you are still grieving.