Y Yo Que Te Deseo A Morir Novels & Stories

I tried my best to hold back the turmoil in my heart. “La, I’m sorry. I’m sorry because…” “Never mind, Joe. I forgive all your treatment to me. But if you want me to return to the was I was when I was chasing you, sorry, I can’t. my heart is dead for you. Because when you decided to leave me, that’s where I made sure you lost me.” I walked away leaving Joe. Not long ago I stepped, Joe grabbed my wrist. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Can’t you give me one more change?” Joe keeps begging.

I staggered back due to the force, but luckily hit the wall with my back instead of my head or falling back-flat on the ground. 'Hai un desiderio di morte? Puoi farti male là fuori o peggio, morto!' (Do you have a death wish? You can get hurt, or worse, dead!) 'I am part of the mafia, belle, in fact, I am the mafia, you can get killed!' His angry eyes were fixed on me, and I knew that if I pushed too far, he would snap. I wanted him to.

He had tried everything possible to get himself healthy all to no avail. Like any other person that will find his or herself in his shoes, he tried but he failed. His disease was said to be incurable and so he had no other choice than to wait patiently for death’s call. Thinking about his mom, whom he knew was going to freak out if he told her about his situation, he couldn’t help but worry. He was going to die anytime soon and so leaving his mom all alone and she was going to experience the traumatic experience from the day his father died. He felt pity for his mom and so decided to shower her with all the love he could have during the short period that he was going to be around.

“Don’t make me do this.” “I’m giving you what you want.” Still holding her hair, I run the fingers of my other hand over her flushed cheek. “I’m always trying to give you what you want. Can’t you see that? If this is the last thing I can give you in order to make you happy, at least I’ll die knowing that I gave it to you. So take it. Take my life. Put a bullet through my heart.” Running my thumb over her bottom lip, I whisper, “You already own it. Put me out of my misery, for that’s what this is without you. Misery.”

"What did you just say? How can you say that?" "You heard me, and I would rather die than be touched by you. I would rather you kill me than f*ck me." +++

She scooped the limp bundle into her arms and flew through the door like a lunatic. “Alex, she killed him! She killed our child!” Alex kicked the door open. A pair of hands clamped tightly around my throat. I turned my head and met a pair of bloodshot eyes. “Get lost…” My lungs burned. I clawed at Alex’s wrists and struggled to shake my head. I was not afraid of dying, but if I died at this moment, the curse would not take effect. How would I get my revenge then? Tears fell onto his fingers. His grip around my neck loosened.

" He yelled again. Was I going to die? Was he going to kill me? I could tell he didn't love me, I don't know if it was because of the cold floor but I felt nauseous. "But I know Enzo doesn't love you. I don't know what deal you had with him, but he doesn't love you." "I love you, I loved you and seeing how you betrayed me, you leave me no choice but to kill you." Immediately after his last statement, he cocked his gun at me, but I don't think I was going to beg that he spared me, I hurt Henry a great time, maybe this was Karma. "Goodbye Yvonne..don't worry, I will die with you as I have nothing to live for."

I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take ♬ “Shut up.” I thought he wanted me to listen yet he kept on throwing questions. ♬ Youngblood, say you want me, say you want me out of your life. And I’m just a dead man walking tonight. But you need it, yeah, you need it all of the time, yeah. Youngblood, say you want me, say you want me back in your life so I’m just a dead man crawling tonight ’cause I need it, yeah, I need it all of the time ♬

I'm... losing consciousness... and what's... that voice? ... melancholy.. tomorrow? It's dark... I can't move... What happened? ...Did I die? No! Please... I haven't... granted their wishes yet! And Ria... I have to... go back. Don't die, Miles! You bastard! You're the scum of... society! Don't die... asshole! I don't want to... die... I don't... want to die. I don't want to die!

He then proceeded to kiss my chest. I still cry. "Bryan, help me." I shouted many times. He laughed at that, his laugh had turned into a very scary laugh. "There's no Bryan here. Don't dream he'll save you." he said again. "Now, Zara Natusha Putri is completely mine." he whispered softly. Then he kept kissing me. I feel wet down there. I kept crying, saying Bryan's name. Hope Bryan comes to my aid. Instantly I was also unconscious.