Who Will Cry When You Die Novel Novels & Stories

It also scarred my life. There was one woman who captured my eye in the crowd, a woman that was so familiar. She looked at me with pity. I smiled at her. Tears fell from her face. “Don’t….cry……Psyche..” I spoke as I closed my eyes. Letting darkness consume me. I feel less sad knowing that I saw a familiar and lovely face before I died.

I’ve always believed in fairy tales like Prince Charmings and Mr Rights until the strange, drop-dead gorgeous loner I loved all my life turned me down without a backward glance… Ten years ago Janelle’s POV I watch through the blinding tears pouring down my eyes, my heart slamming against my chest as my father’s coffin is lowered into the ground and slowly covered with sand. The faint scent of coming rain and the strong smell of freshly dug soil fill the air and make me nauseous. My elder sister and the only surviving family member squeeze my arm reassuringly.

(SHATTERED TRUTH) IN LIFE AND DEATH, CAN YOU STILL HOLD ON TO THE GOOD, IF EVERYTHING MEANS A HELL IN BETWEEN? WHAT WILL YOU CHOOSE, IF ALL THE THINGS THAT YOU EVER WANTED TO COME RUNNING DOWN TO THE PATH OF HELL? WILL YOU STILL GO ON OF YOUR LIFE AND LIVE? OR PERHAPS YOU WILL JUST END UP IN HELL? Either of those and the long run of this novel, can you still go on and read every chapter after this? Are you brave enough to stay on your foot and will not regret ever coming from this chapter? What if after this one, you will find yourself cursed? Will you believe?”

I yell but he still doesn't answer instead he's still whimpering. "He killed him!" Rene cries. "That bastard killed him!" Hearing the pain in her voice makes me angrier. I look at him. "You love to kill people don't you?", This time he's the one crying, why is he crying? He's the one ruining lives, he's the one killing people's loved ones. I haven't even done anything to him yet and he's crying. "Just like you killed Nathan. You vampires can't leave werewolves alone won't you?"

The news hit Mom hard, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her fingers trembled against the doorknob. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Only after a long moment did she snap back to reality. Her eyes were bloodshot as she rasped hoarsely, “What did you just say? Who’s dead? Daisy? No, that’s impossible… That girl is tough. There’s no way she’d die!” The police fell silent for a moment, looking at her with sympathy.

My younger brother, Jason Callahan, died the day before school started. He jumped from the sixteenth floor of our apartment building. His head was twisted unnaturally to one side. There was not much blood. His tiny body lay curled in a dark pool beneath him. However, the strangest thing was the expression on his face. He was smiling. The moment people saw that smile, the entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath. It was still the face of a child, young and innocent at first glance, yet the smile carried something vicious and unsettling far beyond his age.

"I love you, Scarlett. I really love you." I sighed and turned to look at the sea. The countdown was still ticking: 7 minutes, 17 seconds. "You were sick, and I still made you give blood for Viviana. You think it didn't kill me?" "I had no choice!" Victor howled like a wounded wolf. "I could never let her die! All I could do was wrong you!" The sea wind tore his words to shreds and scattered them across the sky. Victor came up to me, gripped the hem of my dress tightly, and slowly sank to his knees.

My shoulders shook, and I hiccuped twice as I sobbed. “Why are you acting as if this is normal? You're about to be killed for a crime you didn't even commit! You don't even care about me, about the way I'd feel. I wonder if your feelings for me are true because if they were, you wouldn't act in this manner!” My hands closed over my face as I cried harder. I was crying basically for everything that I had lost. My life, my mate, my wolf, Zane, and now Kael. How many more people would they kill to satisfy themselves and Maria?!

He sat on the floor, mumbling at times so that even Damon had difficulty understanding him. “What is he saying?” Damon had asked the other younger man, the man’s impassive nephew. “La cuna de luto, mister—what is your name? Sharpe, you say?” La cuna de luto. An odd name, the Cradle of Mourning, linking birth with death— what did it mean? Anne wished they hadn’t spoken to that batty old man, listening to his riddles and dead-end tales.

Ruby shrugged "That's enough Ruby. Let's play on" Alicia said and Juana was glad that it ended there. But again it got worse when Lilian was paired with her. "Truth or dare?" She asked "Truth" Juana mumbled. "Tell us why and how Lisa died" Juana was shocked but everyone was waiting. "Who's Lisa?" She asked carefully "Monalisa Caesar. The girl in your former school. She died in an accident" Eric replied. Without looking back, Juana stomped off and as soon as she was out of the class, she ran to hide in the abandoned library.