5 Faces Of Death Novels & Stories

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

The five of them were chatting happily, and they even laughed from time to time. “F*ck! These five people are still laughing! The Death Inquisitor must kill them!” “Don’t worry. Let them continue laughing. They can only laugh now!” “Let them laugh enough now. They will cry later!” “Today is already May 14th. After today, whether they want to laugh or cry, it will be too late!” The prosecution protested. The gut-wrenching five people talked casually and were contemptuous of the court, but Harriman also rejected them.

My life is in chunks, I need to gather it together from somewhere, she finds it tough to breathe well. Madam Florence told her to, "breathe in and breathe out for three times you will feel good". Tonia did as she was instructed, the pain in her chest that moved to her throat reduced slowly, and her breath began to steady. "Three months ago I lost my mother, she is my everything. Death took her away when she had not enjoyed her life. Is death not wicked?" "Stop saying stuff like that, God knows why she has to call your Mom to glory. Remember we came from Him and to Him one day we shall return" Mr. Badmus softened her.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

He ignored the creature and kept walking, hoping that in ignoring him, he would leave him alone. “One of the men you made to choke the other day has died at the hospital. Guess which people are accused of killing him with witchcraft,” the man said again and Jason’s heart skipped a bit. “What are you saying?” he asked, turning to the man. “Nothing, bro,” Grant said, walking past Jason, then turning to look at him funny. Jason’s eyes were fixed on somewhere else and not him. He did not know what to make of it, so he continued walking. The latter had not seen him walk past.

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

Liana nervously sat on the seat in front of the dean's table. For some reason, she received news that the dean is calling for her due to a very important discussion. Is it a salary raise? A promotion? Or bad news? "Miss Garcia. So uhm… I called you here to announce that you're not gonna be able to teach here anymore. We're firing you," Liana's lips parted in shock. It was very confusing and astounding news. In panic, her mind started digging for a possible reason why, but she didn't find one.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...