Better Off Dead Novels & Stories

I don't care if you say so I don't care if you have me killed but you should know that once am dead no one would be able to break that curse again and you know what will happen when you become barren ,you would lose your pack and you won't have a child to call you father ,you would a lonely and boring life ,I promise you that . the hard smack that I fekt on my checks made me spit out blood . I fell to the ground and groan out in pains . "You want to die right , then I would make that dream of yours cone true , I'm making you my slave ,I think you will be good dead because the thought of you being alive is making my skin crawl ,I just wabt you dead "he said and the moment he finished s

No surprise the whole department knew our names. Hearing the chief now, though? Yeah, they'd been warned about Keyla. Just ignored it. They probably thought those warnings were planted by us—like we sent people to spy. Made them resent us even more. Their buddies had all kinds of tips on winning back a girl. Edmond and Philip didn't need advice. They just never bothered trying with us. Then, right through the noise, Edmond's voice hit like a slap. "They're dead." The room froze. "They're both dead." Total silence.

"What do you mean when you say one death will be less awful than the other?" Alexander sighed heavily. "First death will be one where I die without chasing the love I have for you, thus Starving my Soulpearl of his half and the experience that comes with it and like the fishes I die with an empty belly, starved, with no meaning to the life spent, and while the other death is one where I die knowing that I gave my chase its best, ate of my treats until my Soulpearl content and die with a smile and the memories of the life spent with you, just like the fishes who are swept away by the fishermerman's nets and died but with filled stomach and happy memories, in the end, there will be death but o

“You can’t kill me, but you have figured that out now. I will continue to be your problem and you will never be able to stop it.” Neah creeps up to him and leans down to his ear. “There is a way to kill everyone, but I want your death to be as slow and as painful as possible. Still being alive means I get what I want.” “Have you learned nothing?” He seethes Neah gestures to me to stand him up. “More than enough.” She tells him, “You keep telling me there's always someone worse. Well I’m about to become your worst someone. You will have wished you had stayed dead just now.”

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

It would be a miracle for anyone to survive this fall. Therefore, only one dead body was better than two. Joshua let out an exhale and said, “It’s okay if you don’t want to let go.”

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

“All right, if you say so. I just want you to know that there is a tiny chance of you coming out this alive. You’re eating with the devil. You know what’s coming next, right?” Clenching his fists to prevent Daniel from seeing his fright, Seven knew he was right. But for some reason, he was bloody calm about it. Naturally, he would have slipped into a coma after being threatened and promised death, but watching Wale’s life disappear right before his eyes had reprogrammed his mind. “Death is inevitable at some point in our lives, but I don’t think my time is now.” “I like your optimism. Illogical yet adorable.”