X Suicidal Reader Novels & Stories

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Leon shouted at me. I was helpless, too. If I could, I would've chosen to die immediately. The first time I was close to death, the system found me. It refused to let me die. Instead, I was supposed to find hope in living again before I could have a normal death. I lied to the system and told it that I desperately wanted to live, but it saw right through me. That explained how I walked away almost unharmed despite jumping from the tenth floor. I looked up at the two brothers standing together, their bond seemingly unbreakable.

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

"But the script is guarded by a Soul-Lock. It only opens for the person who has the highest 'Engagement Rate.' The person the readers love the most." I looked at the golden book. I could see my own name flickering on the cover. Hazel Williams. I was the key. Again. "How do I do it?" I asked. "You have to enter the script one last time," Silas said. "But this isn't a simulation. It’s a direct link to the Publisher’s mind. If he kills you in there, your brain will fry in the real world. There is no backup. No second chances." "I'll do it," I said without a second thought.

Ryan almost yelled hearing the word suicide. Hi Guys, It takes a lot of effort and time to think, write, and then create a wonderful story for you all. So, please do comment and let me know if you are all liking my chapters and my book so far or not. If you guys ever find it boring or something at any point, just let me know! I am here to add a lot of spices to make it spicy and catchy to you all! So, Don't forget to leave a comment and also do review my book as well! I just hope you guys won’t disappoint me! Love you all a lot!

' Thud! I close the book, making the guy jolt beside me. Putting it back, my fingers skim over the colourful book spines with golden titles imprinted on them. There must be a book on how to find your true passion or I will blow this place up into shreds. And I wouldn't give a damn about what quote The Alpha thinks about his precious academy! He can suck on it! Since he has time to send friend requests to everyone else but not to me. And I am happy that he didn't! Because then I would have to take care of my pictures and my sanity. 'Which is already blowing up?' Sia asks.

by Kris Gage, this was the one Sahana read so yeah I actually research this stuff guys 😂 Anyways I hope every single one of you has a wonderful day :) Love ya'll 😘😘

I bit into my lower lip “I think this book is not good for you maybe we should change it into___” “No! I like it! Yeah, I'm kind of getting very upset with their attitudes but it's kind of very interesting. I find the protagonist very dark and___” she held her breath and looked up dreamily. “Makes me think of Adrian. He can be like that sometimes. Very dark and demanding when he's angry and horny” I shook my head and plopped my lips “I think you need help, Sandy. Like serious help. You are having what we call pregnancy insanity.”

Usually she will kill the people she doesn't like, as well as those the public hates—whether it's ordinary people, artists, actors, celebrities, YouTubers… anyone—ONLY in her imagination, when she's going to sleep or just lying down for a while, just because she wants to fantasize. Just because. The reason why she was so addicted to daydreaming was that she thought that was her only friend all along, a true friend; even if she just fantasized in bed without ever typing it into a book. Her readers might wonder. Why did she have to tell them this? What does that have to do with them, whether she has killed someone or not, doesn't it? Why should they care if she had really gone mad or was for r