Who Will Cry When You Die Novel Novels & Stories

‎And then I cried. ‎Not pretty tears. ‎Ugly, wrenching sobs that tore out of me like shrapnel. ‎For Elena. ‎For Elias. ‎For the girl I used to be before I walked into Luxe Meridian and sold my soul for a brother who kept choosing death over me. ‎I cried until there was nothing left. ‎Until the room was dark again and the ocean outside roared like it wanted to swallow the whole house. ‎I didn’t hear the door open.

Her eyes returned to Sage and realizing she was the only one left, she cried again. The rain poured down heavily and drenched her as she knelt there, crying her heart out. She sat there for hours, crying, until the rain stopped and day was gradually breaking to begin a new day. Kyra still sat there, feeling hopeless and she didn’t even know what to do. All the people she intended to save are now no more, killed in the battle she had led them in. Aiden, Bathilda, Jade, Sage… they are all gone. None of them lived to see the next day. “Why?” she cried out, her voice echoing through the distance. She felt angry like never before and she asked the universe, “Why did you let me live? Why didn’t yo

me to handle. Balfour's death too! How could they have killed him when he was all I had? Truly, they were related by blood. I should cry. I had to express the pain I was feeling but it wasn't that simple. Crying in front of these people might come off the wrong way. They might think I was crying because of Gennora's death or because of the life I had been denied despite it being my birthright. But those weren't the reason for my unshed tears. The tears were building up because of the combination of those reasons and many more from my past. I would cry for Gennora's death because I knew I yearned to kill her myself but I didn't...I couldn't and now, it was too late to watch life depart her b

“I have some energy.” I read something a while back about how people suddenly got bursts of energy right before they died. I didn’t want to believe it was what was happening right now but it seemed likely. “You look like you’ve been crying.” I wiped at the corner of my eyes trying to search for any tear residues but there were none. “What did you expect?” “I always knew you would cry for me but I always thought it would be just a tear. You’re not a crier, Hayley, you never were, not even as a baby.”

Drawing in a deep breath, letting it out slowly and steadily, I thought, this was how I was going to die. After everything I had been through, everything my pack and the renegades had been put through, it was going to end with sadness. A tear fell from my eye at the thought of never seeing Ruby or Josh again. Rolling down my cheek, off the edge of my jaw, and onto Crane’s grimy hand. Another fell because I would never have the chance to be held by Gabriel Grayson again, to feel his touch, or get to know the real werewolf behind his brooding personality.

The news reached major media channels since the victims were wealthy and influential. The news broke down the Harrison's household and extended family, friends and business partners. Mr. Harrison was a philanthropist so every lives he had touched really cried for his demise. Mary lamented for their death as if they were her parents because they treated her like family when they were alive.

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.

“There was so much screaming and crying….and pain.” Carter wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she cried. I lowered my gaze, regretting bringing this up in the first place. Joseph’s hand went up my back as he tried to soothe me. He was able to read the pain on my face easily and he offered me a soft smile with compassionate and loving eyes. “There was glass everywhere,” Ruby continued to murmur. “I think I was upside down… and then everything went dark. I died. I was dead and now I am not. I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t experience it.”

Richard I stood in the midst of death and grief, surrounded by the heavy silence that only tragedy can bring. Everywhere my eyes land, there is the corpse of my people, with their loved ones grieving for their loss. Their anguished cries pierced the air, echoing the magnitude of the devastation that had befallen us. Each life lost represented a shattered dream, a void that could never be filled.

i can't stop thinking what should happen to me if i didn't go to the west but what could i possibly do now i will die tomorrow this cold and dark place i can't see any hope that we will leave the rotten smell of this place is littering in my body i know that i smell like dead people but i don't really care suddenly i feel like my senses shuts down all i care right now is to die in peace i want to die quietly maybe i should ask them to just stab me with their sword i don't care how many times they want to do it but at least i will not feel that my body is being buried alive to think that i would cry because my body is burning i will not die that instant and i don't want that I want to die ins