A 1000 Ways To Die Novels & Stories

At first, I thought the signal had dropped. But a few hours later, the phone rang again. And a stranger’s voice told me that my parents had died in a car accident. Just like that. Gone. Forever. I snapped back to reality when I felt someone gently wiping my cheek. “You’re crying again,” Nathaniel said softly. I quickly wiped away the tears myself. “I’m not crying,” I muttered. Nathaniel didn’t argue. Instead, he changed the subject. “Do you still have classes today?” I shook my head. “No. Our faculty has a meeting.”

he ordered. Her mouth was still open but she breathed quietly, filling her lungs with air again. There were a thousand things she wanted to do to him. How could she kill a man a thousand ways? First, she would set his balls on fire and relish in the sound of his cries. Then she would cut off his cock. She would carve out each part of his body day by day until none of him remained…

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

“'The statues command your unions. Pair as they dictate. Fuck in their forms. Surrender fully, and freedom awaits. Refuse, and eternal torment claims you all.” Tyler felt the compulsion hit first, his body jerking toward the doggy style statue. Khelani moved with him, her eyes wide with fear but her pussy already tingling from the curse's pull. She dropped to her hands and knees on the cold stone floor, pulling up her jeans and shoving down her panties to expose her shaved pussy and round ass. Tyler's cock hardened instantly, straining against his jeans as he knelt behind her. He unzipped and freed his thick shaft, gripping it to rub the head along her wet slit. Khelani whimpered, pushing ba

Her disappointment stung harder than the IV in my arm. "Shawn is the head of a mafia family. Ruthless and cold. Do you think a man like that would ever be gentle to a woman who tricked him into marriage? Do you think using suicide will make him care?" She scoffed. "Grow up. If you pull this stunt again, no one’s going to save you." No comfort. No concern. Just shame. I stared at the tiny holes in my hand from the needles and wondered when exactly I became someone so easy to give up on.

Method of killings: Poisoning Rewards: $ 150,000 @Shine Cristy I despise your justification for wanting to die because you can work and earn your own money. Method of killing: Falling Rewards: $ 200,000 @Shun Race You’re still in your early twenties. You can continue to study and work as you like. Is this really how today’s youth behave? Do you want to amass a large sum of money while avoiding pain and hardship? Method of killing: Rat torture Rewards: $ 400,000 @Duke Dalton I see myself in you, yet we are not the same. I want you to die in the most simple way I know-how.

Crystal countered back. I pursed my lips and shrugged. "I think the worst way to die is when you do not know about it. Like dying in one's sleep. You know when they're stabbed, butchered, jump off a plane, or are involved in an accident, they have that whole my-life-is-flashing-in-front-of-my-eyes moment but when they die of no cause at all, it's worse." They all stared at me like another head had sprouted out of the side of my neck like a blooming rose. "Damn," Crystal said. "That's kind of deep-ish."