When Her Death Couldn't Break Him Novel Novels & Stories

He could still see the whole of her body as she flew through the air, the sickening thud as her skull collided with the unforgiving edge of the heavy oak bedframe, and the sudden stillness that consumed her. Jacob dropped on his knees now, and gave another deafening growl into the growing darkness.

“Also, her father suffered a sudden heart attack. The doctors just announced that resuscitation failed. He’s passed away.” “Miscarriage… Death…” George repeated the words blankly. Strength drained from his body. He fell back stiffly against the seat, memories of the past few weeks flashing through his mind. I had been pregnant, and he hadn’t known. That meant my father and I hadn’t been acting. Suddenly, he remembered that glimpse of the wedding dress earlier and froze, as if something had hit him. The woman lying there was… Beside him, Josie noticed the change in his expression and tugged at his sleeve cautiously.

Tears and snot streamed down her face as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor, her forehead quickly turned bruised and swollen. "I'm begging you. I'll find a way to pay you back. I swear I will. Just let Dwight go!" The two officers frowned but remained silent, their eyes fixed on me. I looked down at the woman whom I had once cherished, trusted, and who had ultimately tried to take my life. I watched her, without a second thought, discard every shred of dignity for her brother. In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine?

She stood by the river and finally answered the question the police had been asking all along. "I know why David killed himself. I also know what Jason said before he died. "Right now, I'm the only person in the world who can answer your questions." She brushed her hair back and smiled faintly. Three people in my family had died one after another. The police could no longer treat it as an ordinary case. Reporters swarmed the story, and before long, the entire country was talking about it.

I was pinned ruthlessly against the floor, my face pressed flat against the freezing ceramic tiles. A sharp, sickening crack echoed through the room, immediately followed by a wave of white-hot, blinding agony. My limbs were completely shattered. My teeth bit straight through my bottom lip as blood and tears mingled into a chaotic mess on the floor. I lay there completely paralyzed like a heap of broken flesh, lacking even a single shred of strength left to struggle. Victoria used the tip of her designer shoe to contemptuously kick my face. "Still want to run your mouth?" I parted my lips, a heavy stream of blood pooling out across my chin. Panting heavily to catch a pocket of air, I fought

The night before our engagement, my fiancée, Yvonne Gomez, died. The police said her car had crashed through a guardrail and plunged into the river. All they found was a bloodstained watch. The entire Gomez family blamed me. "If she hadn't gone out to buy you a wedding ring, none of this would've happened!" "You're a living curse! Wasn't getting your parents killed enough? Now, you've killed your fiancée too!" Ernie Young, a junior she had gone to school with, played her final voice message as he cried. "Don't die for me. Go live a good life." I held her watch and kept vigil at the funeral home for three days. On the fourth morning, I put on the white suit she liked best and we

On the day I die, my wife, Rosalie Jackson, picks up her childhood sweetheart, Brandon Milton, when he returns to the country. In the past, I made her a promise because I love her deeply. "I'm willing to give you whatever you want if it's within my power to do so." Her eyes are full of venom when she asks, "Then, will you die for me?" Later, I die as Rosalie wishes. However, when she hears about my death, she completely loses her mind.

[ IN WHICH THERE IS WAR AND DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — There is something else you should know: I die at the end. Just like any other human being, I die. But there is something else that I'm not proud to say, and it is that; my lover is the reason I die. He killed me.

Not especially when she was in a very bad shape herself. Against my better judgment, I moved closer to her and hugged her. Her body raked against mine as she shivered and tried to rein in her emotions. I shook a little as I felt myself losing control. “He… he… he died… right in front of… me!” Her broken voice came to me again.

Just how? I moved closer to her and called out her name numerous times but didn't get a respond from her,she was lying there peacefully, my heart was hurting, I my self was hurting, how could she leave me when she had promised not to,I tried all my best to wake her up but later realised that she's gone and she could never come back to me. I was so devastated,I don't know what else to do. "Kareem please don't do this to your self, don't hurt your self,she's gone,she's gone.. There's nothing you could do about it"