Y Yo Que Te Deseo A Morir Novels & Stories

Without you, in my life Estaré loco Baby, please, don’t leave me That will be the death of me... His voice was captivating, his words sincere. His eyes locked onto mine as he sang, pouring his emotions into every note. I will love you with all my heart You are mine, remember that I will do everything for you Even if it means I will die... I couldn’t look away. My heart pounded in my chest as he continued, his gaze never wavering. Without you, in my life Estaré loco Baby, please, don’t leave me

My heart shatters hearing the pain behind his words. "Mi dispiace, non sono riuscito a salvarti! Mi dispiace" (I'm sorry, I couldn't save you! I'm sorry) he begs for forgiveness but no answer is heard. "Mio raggio di sole, aspetto ogni giorno che passa che arrivi la mia morte così posso ricongiungermi con te" (My sunshine, I wait each passing day for my death to arrive so I can be reunited with you) his voice breaks. Death!??

Desiree, who was in excruciating pain, wailed as she burned to death. Alessandro did not enjoy witnessing Desiree's agonizing and violent end, yet, he insisted that I continue walking even if I had no desire. "If you really want to kill me, now is the time to do it....I've had enough of always having to hide! Kill me, Kill me, Alessandro! You want me to die, right? Just kill me. I don't have a desire to live if you take me away from him....away from the man I love!" Alessandro stared into my eyes and asked, “Why do you want to be with him? We are just the same. We are both vampires. Why him? Why not, me?!”

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

"I didn't notice her illness. I didn't believe her. I killed her." "You can hit me, curse me, do whatever you want. I deserve it. But I have only one request—please, don't let me divorce her." His breath came in broken gasps. "I want to be buried next to her when I die." My mother stood still, her face tight with grief as she watched the proud man kneeling before her, tears streaking his face. For a long time, she said nothing. When she finally spoke, her voice was heavy with sorrow.

"Are you looking down on me because I look like this?” I shook my head, hovering over her and sucking on her bottom lip softly. “I'm not. I don't want to hurt you.” “But it's my last dying wish. I want to feel you inside me... please..." A low growl rumbled in my chest and my eyes flashed. “You’re not going to die. We shall find a solution.” I said, my jaws clenching as I wondered if I believed my own words. “I can feel it, Emilio. Please grant my wish. I want to die a happy woman.”

There's so much I haven't done yet. There's so much I haven't felt yet. A stream of hot tears flow down my cheeks. "I really don't want to die, especially not here. And not like this." I choke on the lucrid smell of my burning flesh, as I watch my legs disappear alongside a part of my abdomen. "Anybody out there, I don't want to die... please..." I beg whatever god would lend an ear to my broken pleas. “Me…lin…da. I’m…so.. sorry…”

I began to explain myself. I wanted to cry, but I refrained. To cry over our system, which wipes out the innocent and works for the killers. What kind of life was that? What kind of world? "Will you tell me why you did this?" I got even angrier. "I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE YOU ANY EXPLANATIONS! I HATE YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A GARBAGE." I started shouting. "Please don't shout so much, we're in the center of Rome."

We turn each other bad. "I want you to leave Alex alone." Isn't it clear that I already gave up on that? She pulled away from me, getting back to herself as she pushed me away from her; She wiped her cheeks dry before she faced me again, "And I want you to be out of our lives for good...that I won't be afraid, that one day you'll come back and ruin it all again." She simply means my death. And that's a wish I can grant. I turned my eyes from her, beside the bed was the red button, I leaned forward and pressed it.

her whisper echoed softly in the chaos around us, penetrating the darkness that had engulfed my soul. "I'll love you with every breath I take," I vowed, my voice a hoarse whisper, "I'll love you deeper, fiercer, and more passionately than you ever loved me. You died for me, now I, Marco Costello, will die for you, Amy Costello, but not before I've bathed in their blood." Her death wasn't the end; it would be the catalyst for my wrath, the trigger for my unleashed fury. They'll beg for mercy, but I'll show them none. Every drop of blood spilled in her name will be a symphony of vengeance.