Novel & Cerita As I Lay Dying

the doctor said kindly. Dari left the hospital, in shock, and confused. She was still in denial, She entered Caroline's car and they drove silently back to her apartment. She felt her world was crashing down on her, with it every dream and aspiration she ever had. this was the end of her life as she knows it, Having a baby was not in her five years plan, yet here she was pregnant. To her, the universe was a cruel master. How can the one time she has a one-night stand result in pregnancy, she was in great distress and emotional agony.

God, I was gonna die in here for real. "Skye, are you dying?" Everything inside me dropped as tears streamed down my very eyes. No. God, no. why me?? Why does it always have to be me? I didn’t call Tasha. I called him. Rye. Of all people. Shit. “I’m not…” My breath hitched painfully. “I’m dying…” "Well then, that's good. You're meeting my expectations." He chuckled softly while I struggled to breathe. "Rye...I'm..really. I'm really

Saying goodbye was never one of Alice's strengths. She hated saying goodbye. It was usually her final words to somebody when she knew she never would see that person again. It was the last word she said to her mum, the last word she ever said to her old school, the last word she ever said to her dead Grandpa... Alice lay across her bed, glancing around her empty room. The only things that were left were her bed, her wardrobe and her desk. All the other furniture was loaded on the pickup trucks which Alice reckoned must be halfway across to Sheffield already.

I want to shout his name yet, no one comes into my mouth even though I try hard. My tears fall and I feel the hot body of the person beside me. So it means, I'm alive? really really alive, This is not happening, right? What happened? I'm supposed to be dead, but, why am I alive? it's not that I'm complaining or something, but I just wondering, What is happening, I want to ask someone yet, I guess I would like to take a rest first. _______ Zack"

I didn’t give Luca another chance to perform love. I just turned around and walked away. Out of the hospital. Once I was outside, I took out my phone and called the number I had once heard whispered about in circles where power, money, and disappearance could all be bought. The line connected almost immediately. “I want to commission a death.” The woman on the other end didn’t sound surprised. “Go on.” “I need to disappear within three days,” I said. “Completely. No trail. No body. No way for anyone to find me. I want the world to believe I’m dead.”

"Congratulations, Lucian. You have completed the mission. I will soon depart. Before I go, I have a few gifts for you." One video after another played before my eyes. After I died in that world, Mavis sold off all her assets in a desperate attempt to bring me back to life. In the end, she was left with nothing. Even after losing everything, she failed to wake me. Because of my departure, everything I had given her was stripped away. Mavis soon got into another car accident. But this time, there was no one to shield her. She could only endure the agony of ruptured organs on her own.

"Leave first thing tomorrow. I'll give you an artifact. Use it to find the statue of the corrupted spirit and shatter it. That should break the spell. The person who set the trap will be undone by their own scheme and dead within a day. Don't worry about them. Evil people get what they deserve." I nodded, said goodbye to Cassandra, and went back to my room alone. I hugged my knees on the bed, my eyes cold. 'Just wait,' I thought. 'I will make you pay.' I followed Cassandra's instructions and said goodbye to my grandmother first thing the next morning, heading back to the city. I stared at the artifact she had given me. It was a snake bracelet so lifelike it seemed to coil around my wrist as

"I don't even remember the man I used to be." When Melissa saw I was about to leave, she grabbed my arm, her voice losing its edge. "Well, I can see you're upset. I'll give you a chance. If you reinvest in Young Group, we can get our marriage license right away. Deal?" "And as for Nicolas…" she added. "It's over. I'll never contact him again." Melissa lowered her eyes. She'd never been this desperate for my answer. In the past few months, it wasn't just Young Group in chaos. Her own life had spiraled into a mess.

I slid down the wall to the floor, drawing my knees to my chest like a child. Dr. Aaron found me there sometime later, minutes or hours, I couldn't tell. He sat beside me without speaking, offering a tissue that I ignored even as tears tracked silently down my face. "How do I do this?" I finally asked. "How do I watch her die?" "The same way she's living," he answered simply. "One day at a time." one day at a time. It seemed impossible, insurmountable. And yet, what choice did I have?

"Ian, I was wrong. I'll admit to the mistake. Please let me out. I can't breathe in here. "Ian, please let me out. I'm suffocating. I could hardly breathe in here. "Ian…" While reading those unsent messages, Ian felt his vision turn black. He plopped down on the floor.