Novel & Cerita When Her Death Couldn't Break Him Novel

When he clenched his fist, the air constricted on her chin. It was, perhaps, a good thing she couldn’t feel anything. She knew what the king was doing, though. Her half-asleep eyes showed her everything she needed to know. Xavier let go of her and diverted his gaze. “The man was broken. His soul was ripped apart. He wanted to die, but his immortality saved him from that lowly death. In his brokenness, he found a ray of light through a dead body.” He looked at Zheira as though telling her that this part was more interesting than everything she knew.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Just like the other one beside it. I scoff under my breath, letting the bottle clink against the table as I set it back down. I should feel triumphant. I should feel whole. But as I stare at the shattered remain s of my life I crashed, at the man who once promised me forever, at the woman who stole my life— All I feel is the bitter taste of something unfinished.

He eventually spent some time working as a waiter at a restaurant. It was easy to grow accustomed to wealth. But it was another story to return to a modest lifestyle. Wyatt couldn't handle that way of life. It wasn't long before he went to the seaside and took his own life. I was told that his body was bloated beyond recognition by the time it was recovered. When the police arrived at his home, they found Wyatt and Vivian's daughter lying stiff on the ground. She had starved to death. Later, I went to visit Vivian at the psychiatric hospital. The moment she saw me, she threw herself at me, crying, "You came to see me, Lucian! Where's our baby?"

I don’t know when this feeling happened. This overwhelming sense of dread for what’s to come next. I don’t know if it was when I lost my family. Or my best friend. Or myself. I find myself in the worst place possible now, and the only person that can help me is him. He, who tore my whole life apart in a matter of seconds. He, who played with the strings of my fate and has now trapped me in a life with only one path left. He, who must also die. And he will take me with him.

But it disappeared as quickly as it came. He sighed impatiently. “Enough! “It’s just a child. If you’re that upset, we can have another one. “But Wendy is different. I can't just stand by and let something happen to her.” I stood up and ran to the kitchen. Desperately, I grabbed some ice and packed Lucas’s severed legs, trying to preserve them. The sight of all that blood only made my anger sharper. “Right. You can’t let anything happen to her,” I spat. “So you decided my son had to be sacrificed instead.

“I can’t! The last painting Lily made before she died is in there! If it’s burned, it’ll be gone forever!” Rain watched as her husband ran into the thick smoke regardless of the dangers. She eventually shut her eyes and went forward to stop him. At the end of the day, he suffered from asthma. “I’ll go.” When she walked past him, she said, “Fourth time, Joshua.” Unfortunately, the noise drowned out her whispers, and no one heard her.

My face, my palms, my knees, they were already bleeding. My chest aching from sobbing. I couldn’t take any more punishment today. “This filth broke my crystal glasses,” my aunt sneers from behind him. “Is that so?” my uncle murmurs, crouching beside me slowly. I flinch. My trembling worsened as he got closer to me. I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on the floor. Because I wasn’t allowed to look at them Under any circumstances. “Now why would you break your aunt’s crystal glasses… Moonflower?” he asks softly.

" My eyes were teary as I stumbled backward. "Our child is dead. You were the one who killed him," I said. Nicholas shook his head bitterly. "We can still have more children together. Vicky, come home with me." He kept apologizing in a fluster and grabbed my hand tightly. I shook him off and delivered a tight slap to his face. "Nicholas Leyton! We can never go back to how things were! Can you bring my dead baby back to life? Can you make my dad come back to life and stand here next to me? Can you make my shattered right hand hold a scalpel again?"

"The strangest part is that no matter how much he hurt himself, he never did anything truly lethal. The doctor believes he has lost all will to live, except for whatever he is clinging to. He is waiting for something." I knew what that was: me. That was why I had refused to meet him until now. I did not want him to die so easily. I wanted him to watch as I exposed the hypocrisy of his career, his parents, and even the supposedly pure partner he had once been so proud of. Now it had all come to an end. It was time for him to go. … I thought I had prepared myself. But when I saw him after so long, I still could not suppress a sigh of bewilderment.