A Thousand Ways To Die Novels & Stories

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

"Ok?" "Ok"

She has to let everything out right now. "If you want to die, drink poison. Cutting yourself until you bleed is a nonsensical and pathetic move. They can easily stitch you up to save your pathetic life. A poison or overdose yourself with medicine. In that way, they will have a hard time saving you." After saying her piece, she turned away and was ready to go out. She didn't see the tears in Aila's eyes. She looked at Director Jackson and Mary, "Let's go. Let's get out of this forsaken place."

" Chelsea glared down at the box and huffed. I still don't understand, Sophie. I laughed as her lips pouted and her face screwed up. She had pretty lips, they were really thick with a perfect cupid's bow. I opened the box and pulled out a blank pink paper heart. I held it up in the air between me and Chelsea. "This is an empty love." I pointed to the box. Noona gave me a thousand to collect in my life." I put the heart back in the box and took her hand. "A new adventure, Chelsea, To collect a thousand love kisses before I die, from my soulmate." I..... What.... Sophie? I'm confused!" She said, but I could hear the anger in her voice. Chelsea can be pretty angry when she wants to.

Strong, loud, and incessant. I can hear my screams in my ears. The crash. The rain hit shattered glass. I shut my eyes tight, pulling my palms over my ears in an attempt to stop the torture, but it only gets worse. I see my father's bloodied face. The moment the shattered windscreen flies through his face, the moment his last breath leaves him, the image comes to me again. My knees buckle, and I feel myself falling, but I don't. Strong arms pull me up, and the drops of rain over my body cease.

But, those clothes and shoes looked l-like Luna Amber's…" Matthew's cell phone fell to the floor with a thud once again. This time, it was completely smashed. Matthew collapsed to the floor at the same time he dropped his phone. His much beloved Luna Amber had committed suicide in the icy lake. Not only that, she took their baby with her. Her body sank to the bottom of the lake, and no one could find them no matter how they tried. Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality.

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

“'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

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

Jayden shouted, "What?! How could Lily commit suicide? Wasn't she pregnant? It must be you! You drove Lily to her death! You think winning 80 million dollars gives you the right to treat people's lives like trash? Zendaya, you're heartless. Aren't you afraid Lily' will come back to haunt you?" Jayden's voice dripped with accusation. As my husband, he did not bother asking how I was doing first. Instead, without knowing any of the facts, he immediately blamed everything on me.