Y Yo Que Te Deseo A Morir Novels & Stories

"Kill me, brother" "No. "I can't live like this. Please, kill me," "No," "I miss mama. I want to see her. Please," "You are selfish," "Kill me if you have ever loved me" "Javier, don't make me do this, please," "I love you, brother," A loud bang echoed in the room His eyes flung open.

My face bore within to the angst brewing quickly in me. My hands clenched into fists, ready to be buried in her plump face. I wanted to disfigure that face of hers so badly. “What do you think you're doing? Did you really want to kill him?” She yelled, her eyes widening in despair. “You should thank your stars that he's still alive and not dead.” “Yes, I really do not mind if he dies or not. You both can go to hell for all I care. But I'm never going to bring myself to be a whore. Not in this life or the next.”

Leave me alone before you destroy all my defenses and crush me again. I would rather die. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I watched it, and for some unknown reason, I felt sadness rising in my chest. "I love you, D." It seemed like a whisper echoed in my mind. But I smiled bitterly. You don't love me, Damon. I would rather die than be with someone like you. "K-Kill me..." It was a weak promise, so I looked at it again. "J-just kill me Fia... Suppose that's what you want to do. If you think I deserve it, then do it!" It screamed, but it was already on the ground, and I was stunned to see blood flowing from its mouth.

He was and is still my dream to be with when the day comes. Did I make the wrong decision? Won't I regret all the words I uttered that I consent to the annulment? [Music Playing] [Worth fighting for by: Howie D. Ft. Yu shirota] Oohh oohh oohh oohh oohh~ No necesito nada Solamente a ti solamente tu amor I was surprised when the car stereo started playing suddenly. "What if I won't agree with that f*cking annulment?" I heard Zik ask, as he stared at me.

“Why make me love you just to disappear?” My voice breaks and I choke on it. My whole body shudders from the cold creeping up inside me. I hate that even now, when death feels so close, I’m thinking of him. Wanting him. Wishing his arms would come out of the dark, pulling me up, saving me the way I always dreamed he did. But there’s no one. Just me bleeding into the ground, sobbing like a fool. “So this is it,” I whisper. “This is how I die… without ever knowing why you left.”

“ The voice cried. Anguish and frustration vibrated off her voice. And if there was any wish I could make,” Jayden should die!" This would be my wish cause once he died from his mysterious illness, I'll be able to die and say goodbye to this sinful world.

Emma Rosy shuddered violently, and her whole body felt like being immersed in icy water. "No, no, that's impossible!" Emma Rosy didn't want to believe it, her eyes revealed determination as she stared at Marisa Miller, "He promised me!" "Heh, you still believe him even now!" Marisa Darcy sneered, "Then I will show you the truth." Marisa Darcy took out a recorder from her bag and tapped the play button. "Aarn Richard? Heh, he's never going to live, I'm definitely going to let him die! ...... I just want him dead ......"

I don't care if you say so I don't care if you have me killed but you should know that once am dead no one would be able to break that curse again and you know what will happen when you become barren ,you would lose your pack and you won't have a child to call you father ,you would a lonely and boring life ,I promise you that . the hard smack that I fekt on my checks made me spit out blood . I fell to the ground and groan out in pains . "You want to die right , then I would make that dream of yours cone true , I'm making you my slave ,I think you will be good dead because the thought of you being alive is making my skin crawl ,I just wabt you dead "he said and the moment he finished s

Put down your guns and release me or die] She pushed herself to her feet her eyes never leaving the giggling Don, ‘Morire, morire, morire' [Die, die, die] He muttered scratching his crotch, ‘Voglio la mia mamma' [I want my Mummy] He looked up at Alcina his eyes narrowed and she shuddered, ‘Tu non sei la mia mamma' [You are not my Mummy] She stared him down, ‘You are pathetic’ She sneered and his men watched in shock as the huge bulk of a man collapsed in on himself,