A Thousand Ways To Die Novels & Stories

Said the chauffeur. “You can help me with that if you don’t mind”. I slipped on my glasses. The chauffeur turned on the stereo, and then came a gentle blast of ‘Hello’, by Adele, filling up the silence in the car, and, I loved that calm motherly voice with which Adele dealt some justice to the pretty instrumentals. I rested my head against the seat’s headrest, and shot a smile at a signpost which read; ‘welcome to Guts Island’, But then came a flash of my ex-husband’s face on the fourth night of the previous month, drunk and scary, yelling and lowering towards my panicked face, making me sit up and gasp for air.

My whole body is numb, and all I can do is cough and sneeze. As soon as I get to land, I lay on the cold snow in a ball on my side. I can't feel anything. Maybe I am going to die. Freeze to death. Here lies Temperance Andrews. A pathetic nothing that died with no one to care about it. I close my eyes, not caring what will happen. In movies, there is always a person telling the other not to close their eyes. But no person is telling me that, so why should I care? ******************************

*** ~~Amara~~ *** How can you kill someone in the most torturous and painful way possible? Gut him with a knife? No, too easy. Throw him in a pot of boiling oil?Hmm, fair enough. Break his kneecaps, toss him to some wild beasts and watch in relish as they shread and scrap his bones to pieces? Well, Maybe. "There are one thousand ways to die, Lan," I groaned, anger brewing inside me as I stared at him with churning rage, "But you choose one."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

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."

"It's all right. None of this is your fault." I refused to collapse there without trying to escape. Using the wall for support, I forced myself upright and drove my shoulder into the door again and again before feeling along the walls for another way out. The door was locked from the outside, and bundles of silver-moon flowers blocked the only vent. I spent the last of my strength trying to move the shelves away from it, but my legs gave out first, and I crashed to the floor. My fingers brushed against a smooth case beneath the shelf, and I remembered the phone that had fallen when Aiden shoved me inside.

I stood awkwardly in the doorway. I met Keeley at service dog training. She was a bright, upbeat, fun blonde when I knew her. She was training for her dream job as a teacher but was having issues getting around due to a lack of depth perception. She was a werewolf and liked to go running in her wolf form at night.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

She would read out the praises everyone had for my work. This seemed to have become her only interest. She moved my grave to a place by the mountains next to a river. It had breathtaking views. After doing all that, that same night, she kissed the urn deeply as she touched the rosary. Then, she stabbed herself in the abdomen with the same knife she used to kill Henry. She gently laid her head on the urn, smiling in satisfaction. "Jason, I'm coming to see you soon. Please wait for me. I'll be there soon."

I forced myself to my knees, biting back the stabbing pain in my bones, my body limp from the burning sensation of the silver dust. Outside the doorway, Kian stood watching coldly. “I just came back from the cemetery. Today is their death anniversary. And you’re here, resting? “Don’t forget how they died. Three lives. You could spend the rest of your life repenting, and it still wouldn’t be enough. “All I’m asking is for you to pray for them here. Don’t act like you’re being tortured.” However, I’d seen them earlier today in the villa I’d worked for years to buy back, celebrating Leila’s birthday.