Worth Dying For Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing. Eventually, the screaming stopped. Moments later, a fire ignited inside the warehouse, its flames spreading rapidly. Trinity had ended her own life. Without Nathan, Heath Group didn't last long. The company was devoured within days. When Jake was handling Nathan's affairs, he could only sigh. I had no more regrets. With nothing left to tether me to this world, I disappeared into the void.

My wound was still bleeding rapidly. Due to my excessive blood loss, I had lost the ability to shout for help. However, I could still hear their voices. They were impatient. "Speak up. Are you dead?" Three consecutive calls, three were three chances, yet no one came to my rescue. I could clearly feel the murderer cutting into my skin with a knife and whispering in my ear. "It's Samantha's wedding today. It's your blessing to be able to use your blood to commemorate her." After cutting off my limbs bit by bit with a knife, he cut open my stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor. I was dead, completely dead.

For her, this was no different from the collapse of the sky above her head. From now on, her life would be as unstable as a lone boat in the sea. No one would be there to shield her from troubles and resolve her difficulties. Caspian was touched by this scene at first, but he quickly abandoned this thought. Wendell deserved his death. He had done many dirty deeds, and many civilians had been the victims of his crimes. Faced with Wendell's death, Charles froze on the spot. Wendell York, the head of the York family from Dhord City, had died in Hoff Residence.

) “What kind of ending is this? Shi* Damn it, why that character has to die. Arya deserves best yet author made her die. She did nothing though. Damn you author, why do you have to be so cruel?” My finger's worked fast I yelled while typing the same words as a comment. How can anybody be so cruel? I expected a happy ending to everyone, but this author is Ju- I don't have words. Why is she so keen about making me cry? But her writing is good though I have to admit it. It was the last bonus chapter of the Novel. I'm Kiara, a complete Novel Addict, who doesn't have any of the purchased book except tons of free books in their reading list. Yes, we do exist. Broke reader, right you could say tha

That moment where she realizes she might die and her last thought is "I failed my son." I cried writing that ending. Not even joking. Sat at my laptop at 3 AM with tears running down my face because I'd just done that to a character I love. To THREE characters I love, actually, because Ares and Lucas are in that wreck too and none of them deserved this. But you know what? Stories aren't about what characters deserve. They're about what characters SURVIVE. And trust me when I say—Book 2 is going to be about survival in ways that will make Book 1 look like a warm-up.

Sebastian lunged. Dario kicked him back and slammed the detonator. "Let's all die together." The explosion rocked the sky. Flames tore through the air. The Morello mansion was gone—nothing left but rubble. *** The TV blared, the anchor's voice sharp: "Breaking news tonight out of Santria City: A deadly explosion leveled the Morello estate overnight. Authorities have confirmed the deaths of Dario Morello, Serena Venier, and both of their parents. No survivors have been found."

He picked Beth up single-handedly and served her a few slaps. "My greatest regret is fooling with you, you fucking whore. If I hadn't done so, my dear Amber wouldn't have died. It was you. You pushed her to her death. I am going to exile you!" Beth struggled with all her might and begged to be spared. She even looked toward the werewolves around her with a pleading gaze. "I d-didn't… I wasn't the one who initiated…" Right at this moment, the cell phones of the werewolves present at the scene pinged simultaneously.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

His voice from his sounded like a whisper with echoes. "No, Max, no," I cried more as Max faded and faded until there was nothing left in front of me. There was nothing. I looked around searching for him, trying not to accept what he knew well enough. That Max was gone. He was gone forever "Max!" I got to my knees bringing my hands to his chest. Pain. That was what I felt. "Nish, calm down." Wanda approached. "He's gone." "Max," and there, in Wanda's arms, I broke down.

It dawned on me then how adorable she truly was. But it was already too late. I began talking to myself on purpose, hoping to find out where she hid her diary. I knew she had a habit of writing a diary, and the silly girl actually fell for it. When I read her words—her hopes for me—I broke down in tears. I didn't deserve to live. That was why I chose to take everyone who had ever hurt Aurora down with me. Right before I died, I saw no trace of heartache or regret in Aurora's eyes, and it stung.