Aku Tahu Kapan Kamu Mati Novels & Stories

They said that when you die, all your memories will flash before you. Eight minutes— that's all it takes to show all the things that happened to you, just like showing a film of your life. Is it true? You will never know unless you die. But for me, that isn't the case. A cold floor, blurry vision, and blood dripping from the hole the bullet created as it pierced my heart. With my anger within, I know that this is my end. What else can I even declare other than all of those things?

No matter the cost, I will kill Alpha Jake. ## I huddled under my bed, tears streaming down my face as i listened to the sounds of chaos outside. I could hear the shouts and screams of my mother, the sound of glass shattering and wood splintering, and worst of all, the eerie growls of the men with the yellow eyes. "Please don't hurt us! Please!" my mother's voice pleaded. "We warned you to stay out of our territory," a deep, guttural voice replied. I clutched my stuffed animal tightly, trying to block out the horrible sounds.

she said. "Why is April 2 written here?" I asked in surprise because it was only an interval from my birthday. Maybe my birthday was celebrated yesterday, but he died the next day? Does that mean... "Yes. He's dead on arrival, Ara," she replied, my lips loosening. That only means... It was really the last time? By the time his body fell on my arm was he really gone? I just bit my lower lip because of the sadness, that for the last time I could touch his cold and lifeless body.

What does he mean by spirit of death? Am I going to die?

She could hear the faint tick of the clock above the nurses’ station. "Almost midnight" she thought while yawning. "Just an hour more and I can go home and sleeeep". That night was stressful as hell, for a moment, she wished no one had an emergency that required treatment for just the space of one hour. After her shift, who ever wants to die should die. Her phone buzzed. A message from Audrey. > AUDREY: You still alive, nurse girl? EVA: Barely. AUDREY: You’ll be fine. Sleep, eat, breathe. Repeat. That’s life.

A man who'd died hours after telling me things about Klaus that I still didn't understand. My phone buzzed again, and this time when I looked at the screen, my entire body went cold. A text from an unknown number. Unknown: You should be more careful about who you have dinner with. People who know too much tend to die. Stay away from things that don't concern you, or you'll be next.

Like I was already floating away. Maybe this was it. Death. [System Online]

He knows… and he is chuckling at me. I punch him in the arm, unable to control my embarrassment. He giggles and gets my hand, holding it in a spooky grasp from which I can't escape. I can feel myself transforming into a tomato. "To respond to your other inquiry," Liam says delicately, "we don't be aware without a doubt on the off chance that we are everlasting. We realize we will die sometime in the not-so-distant future, because of the prescience. Notwithstanding, a large number of us are more than 1,000 years of age, so that kind of makes it befuddling. What would it be advisable for us to call ourselves on the off chance that not undying?"

he continued, "the eight minute mark is the period in which death flashes before your eyes; when the time is up or eight minutes has passed, you are physically declared deceased. Nothing is able to bring you back, unless in such a case as this, it's a miracle!" "Well I'm glad you think so; I couldn't imagine what I'd do without her," she then whispered, "Brit & Tom would be so angry." The dad nodded at her words. "Hm? Did you say something?" The doctor asked. The mom shook her head and I exited the scene; I've already wasted too much time here, but being in this plane sped time up. I looked at Thanatos and he said nothing, only giving me a knowing nod. I returned to my kingdom and walked int

“Miss Sanders, do you think that when someone dies, they disappear completely? That all of their struggles are finally over?” Sarah took a moment to carefully choose her words before responding, her voice soft yet firm. “Where did you get the idea that death equals relief?” “Everyone says so. The internet too…” the student murmured. Sarah’s voice remained soft, but there was a firm steadiness beneath it. “No one has ever experienced death and come back to tell us about it. The dead don’t speak. If no one can describe what happens after we die, then death is an unknown—like Schrödinger’s cat. Until the mystery is revealed, no one knows the answer. And once it is, who can say whether the cat i