X Suicidal Reader Novels & Stories

Alexander Pov I started walking with a huge pain in My Heart into the Jungle. Even though The Mysterious Event has kept me in thoughts, still the thought of Darcy and how badly I was betrayed ia Killing me. Like any other Victim, I too don't want to think about Things that gives me but I Am not able to Control My Thoughts. It is as if My Mind is not even in My Control. There is something that is craving to Kill Darcy. Recently the craving has increased to an another level. Don't know why I don't feel Good. I feel Restless and something in me is asking me to go in search of Susparia. That One girl who was in extreme Pain and was troubled. I kept receiving same Kind of hints asking me to go to

He stepped back, admiring me spread out naked for him. “Look at you,” he said, voice low. “Championship winner tied up and leaking for his rival. You’re addicted, aren’t you, Kai?” “Fuck off,” I shot back, but my cock twitched hard against my stomach. He was right. I craved this, his control, his roughness, the way he took what he wanted. I hated how badly I needed him now. Marcus stripped slowly, his thick cock springing up, already dripping. He climbed on the bed and knelt between my spread legs. “No more pretending. Tonight I’m breeding you until you can’t think straight.”

💋Addicted To You💋 [Once Upon A One Night Stand🍆💦] . By: Authoress Kamara B. Blake . Chapter Twenty😘 . 💄Chloe Houston💄 "I've committed suicide several times". I admitted truthfully. "But I survived it still". "What about your friend?". He then pointed the gun towards Brie who quickly hid Lilian behind her immediately. I told her to leave earlier, Gosh!!. Seriously, Brie ?

I'm much too clever a girl for all of that. "Of course, mom. No signed books. Noted." I blow the dust off several bookshelves. The dust burns my eyes and makes me cough. Why do we have so many novels? I find my parent's old love letters gross. I see a book on psychology and look through all the pages. The human brain is a complex maze that requires studying and discipline to unlock its depths. And that's when I see it, 'Chapter 17: The Psychology of Suicide.' The note in my pool bag haunts me—the ghost letters 'J. D' make me gasp for air. Is it a cry for help, and if so, am I too late? If J.D is dead, is it my fault for not hunting everywhere for them?

Almost in tears, I choked out, “Where… where am I supposed to go? I have no one and no money.” “I don’t care!” He yelled at me, making me flinch. Then his lips curled into a cruel smirk. “I read your diary, River. I know about those suicidal thoughts you keep scribbling down. Maybe now’s the best time to do the world a favor… and see it through, yes?” The floor tilted beneath me. My throat burned with unshed tears as the words sank deep into my bones. This was it. My life was over.

Cuz what's the excuse with him She sighed,"I don't know,he was cute and has a nice dick, I was already fucking him before I started dating you, I'm sorry okay I really am, and I'm not apologizing cuz I want you back or whatever, I'm so past that, I'm just in so much darkness right now and I'm suicidal and this is me trying hard not to stay alone so I don't start thinking about killing myself " "You've still not told me what you want from me". "I don't know okay? I was just driving and ended up in your house, I didn't know where else to go". "What happened to all your friends and sex partners ". "I don't have friends, everyone around me is there to either collect of drain me, and I definitely

“Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.” I froze, fingers still buried deep inside my dripping cunt, face burning with embarrassment and lingering arousal. Ria walked over slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. She gently pulled my hand away from my pussy, replacing it with her own. Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out.

She just couldn’t pinpoint why so. What’s these suicide cases got to do with her? Were her parents aware of such an occurrence? She doubted that. Because if that’s to be the case, they would think twice about going there. Or would they? After all, the news only reported it as a suicide. As she was drowned with her thoughts, the screen of her phone has suddenly been filled with small, blurry, hexagons, concealing the article and the backgrounds. From the blurriness came a manly face whose thick lips were curved into a smirk. He’s got a dangerous beetle-black eye that was embedded with almost the same pattern as Zheira’s orbs.

CHAPTER 1 DIFFERENT SOUL, SAME BODY WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

she asked. Holy hell, Kimi,” I sighed. “If I had gone through half the shit you’ve gone through, I probably would be seriously suicidal. I mean, you get your ass out of bed every day, meet with your therapist, and still do everything you can to become a bad-ass physicist.” “Shut up. You’d pour all the trauma into writing and become the next Edgar Allan Poe,” Kimi gently slugged me. “Poe was an alcoholic who died a suspicious death,” I told her.