X Suicidal Reader Novels & Stories

Love is a decision…a decision I couldn't afford to make right now. I watched the girl in front of me, doing her best to hide the tears in her eyes but failing miserable at it, and every part of me screamed to make it better for her but like I said, Love was a decision I didn't want to make with a suicidal maniac with a hell of baggage. I was better off waiting for my next mate. For the first time in my life I was choosing me…Just plain old selfish Ari, not hero or big brother or the future of Bayblue. It was high time I chose myself.

I felt a surge of panic spring up within me as Xavier's eyes connected with mine, they want to leave becoming nearly overwhelming. Xavier asked a question that cut through the music like a sharp blade in the middle of our dance. "Have you ever contemplated suicide, Sansa?" His words hung in the air, stifling with their weight. He seemed to have gazed into the depths of my darkest secrets, revealing the truth that I had sought to conceal. He was aware of my failed effort when I ingested a lethal dosage of banana pudding in a frantic attempt to flee the life I despised. I was stunned and speechless, and I struggled to answer. Xavier's wicked delight was evident, his knowledge of my frailty wor

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

He sounds fine from his footsteps, she could understand that. "One 'He is my Chauffeur', it's amazing wallah. I can't wait to read this Misfortunate, from the description, it sounds wonderful." Tasneem's grin widen, Suhayr place it in mind to search for the books so they can fangirl on the men later. She likes novel men even though she has one in her home but the naughtiness. "I'll check that out as soon as I come back, I'm going." Suhayr left the room as soon as Sa'eed ambled in, she don't want to even face him.

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

It "Inverted." Sarah’s "Market Gold" eyes turned a violent, bruised purple as Silas’s remorse flooded her mind. "System Error: Excessive Realism!" Sarah gasped, her form beginning to "Glitch." "The 'Characters' are... 'Harassing' the Author!" From the sky, a massive, obsidian "Report" button appeared—the "Reader's Dimension" responding to the conflict.

Numerous wires anchored to a monitor that beeped as a reassurance of life. "I got almost a library of novels and comics yesterday and yes, i am a reader now. I couldn't watch the movies without you so I read the books. I know I cheated" A laugh erupted from his throat. "...I can't wait for you to wake up so we'd go through that list of yours!" He moved a strand of her hair away from her face. A one sided conversation never a bother to him, even though the pack doctors kept pressing the fact that there wasn't any proof she was aware of her surroundings because of a cognitive dissonance or whatever they said..

so here we saw a change. They talked... they hide their feelings... but there is some progress.. isn't it? Share your thoughts, and do add my new book SAMSON- MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST... 17 chapter are free.. to read... I promise you will see the pain in their love story too... he is insomniac and she came as his therapist...

Author Note; Trigger Warning, this chapter contains suicide. While I won’t be describing it in detail, it still might be upsetting to some people if you are sensitive to that. Please don’t read if you are offended or affected by that. Also, remember this isn’t fact, this is a work of fiction I have made up myself, some information might not be factually correct but for the sake of the story, this is how it's going. Enjoy!! --------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter One Hundred and Four

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.