A Thousand Ways To Die Novels & Stories

They both fell silent, “Even if we die.” Lene walked away again and Eallric followed her. They walked over a dead body with a torn face that revealed part of the skull that was turning green with mould. Lene knew her, she was Mrs. Ursoal, one of Lene's workmates. Lene stopped when she got to a small, metal box that hung feebly on a split surface. “This is a counter. It works almost like a digital alarm. That is, it shows the number of people that have tuned into our channel in red light. Of course, it varies every second but still...”

Because he knew in advance that death would come to him, he was unafraid to observe this strange place calmly. It is a room with four white painted walls, no windows on the walls, and nothing in the room except a bed. He stared at the closed gray iron door and waited for the arrival of the Red Leafs. When those people appeared, he knew he would have to face the worst of his short life.

A person who loved someone else. ... “HOW MUCH TIME DO I NEED TO GIVE YOU TO KILL THAT WOMAN!?” The person screamed at the man standing in front of them. “How can you fail against a defenseless person?” they were annoyed because that killer was unable to complete his task. They had asked him not to make it seem like a murder. The killer had made a perfect plan to make her death look like an accident by puncturing her tires so she could go out to ask for help and he could get a chance to run her over with a truck.

But now, those same sweet words had turned into blades, cutting me to pieces. Nicolas fanned the flames for the cameras. "You can imagine what kind of man a homewrecker's son grows up to be. And who knows how many shady deals are being pulled in a company run by someone like that?" He continued, "If it were me, I'd have packed up and crawled back to whatever hole I came from. How does he even have the nerve to call himself a CEO?"

Sighing, he put the phone to his ear. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. A low, distorted voice greeted him. “Time’s up.” Deverell’s grip tightened on the phone. The air around him shifted, the once-familiar film set suddenly feeling distant, unreal. “I’m listening,” he said, voice cold. The voice continued. “Tonight. The same place.” The line went dead. Deverell exhaled slowly, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He glanced around, making sure no one was watching. Then he left. Not back to his estate. Not to celebrate the end of filming. But to bury himself in the world that no one could ever know about.

"So tell us, what are you trying to get out of the Hayes family? "Wait, no." After speaking, Seth leaned closer to me with a provocative look. "First, prove whether this person actually died or if you're making it up." I suppressed the rage burning inside me and looked at Scarlett once more. "Sign the papers." Seth smiled mockingly. "You really think you're something special, don't you? "Scarlett, just sign it already. What kind of stunt is this supposed to be? Who's he trying to scare?

Filled with despair, he looked at Mindy and me, his eyes filled with equal parts of disbelief and terror. Mindy clasped her hands together in prayer and she muttered fanatically under her breath, yet she didn't seem to show any sympathy for Sam in the slightest. Instead, she shouted excitedly at the charlatans, "Harder! The louder he screams, the more frightened the evil spirit is! Don't let it get away!" Sam broke, turning to look at me with tears in his eyes and snot running pathetically down his nose. "Delia, please… please help me… I'm going to die…"

Sunday noon. He read it once. Then again. His mother. The words tightened something inside him. For five years, Adrian had been trying to understand what had really happened to her. He had collected records, followed financial trails, questioned people who had known her, and built a file full of fragments that never quite became the answer he needed. Her death had left a silence in his family that nobody seemed willing to break. And now, on an ordinary Sunday morning, a stranger was claiming to have something about her.

The curse wrapped around my heart like a snake, tightening and tightening. In that moment I really thought I was going to die. I lay there, my face against the cold cement, with only one thought in my head. It's better that he's gone. He's gone, so he won't have to watch me die. Somehow I came back to life after that. Maybe the curse decided it wasn't done playing with me. I braced against the bookshelf and stood. In the mirror, my face was white as paper, my forehead all blood. I rinsed it with water and stuck a bandage on it.

"Understand what? Cora, you first tried to kill me, and then you touched what mine, you will pay for this." it's like the movies when the time stops, everything around me went into complete silence only the sound of her cries was all I can hear. Cora may be a horrible person she may have done some horrible things. But nobody deserves to die. Killian's hands almost pressed the trigger when her loud voice filled the air. "I'm pregnant." ___________________