Better Off Dead Novels & Stories

“Hm. So what are you doing here?” What was he supposed to say? “Are you dream walking?” She sounded intrigued. The nearly dead had a way of knowing things the living couldn’t even begin to understand. “In a manner of speaking. It’s more like … dream observing.” “Well,” she said, turning away to look at the group of mourners standing around her grave, “not much to observe here, is there?” He smiled. “You’re here.” “I’m boring.” “No, you’re not.” “I’m dying. Dying people are boring – we don’t have much to say.”

And NOT when this happens in my town. “I tell you anything, then I’m as good as dead,” the guy mumbles, then spits blood. I laugh right out loud as Missile shakes his head. He was a good man to have as a back-up, or maybe I had him tag along to keep me from truly going off. “You seriously think what we’re going to do to you is better? You see that sick bastard over there? He knows how to skin you but keep you alive,” Missile warns, flicking his head at me.

“I figured one of you might have some sense of direction! But damn, I guess not!” “God, I’m gonna die out here,” Zane pushed his fingers into his temples. “I’m gonna die out here with these two.” “Oh, god forbid! How awful it must be to get lost with me, the asshole.” “Hey, language--” “I don’t give a shit, we’re going to die!” “We will with that attitude! And also,” Blake abruptly turned to Zane, pointing a furious finger, “I am the best person to die with, consider yourself lucky!”

“Sorry, sweets. You know your only way out is when I kill you.” I swung my legs behind me, the cuff on my ankle pulling against the leader cable of the trolley system I was attached to, slapping the cable across my hip. “I prefer option B—me walking out of here.” “You should be thankful to me for every moment you’re breathing. Besides, do you really think you can return to your old life?” I shrugged. “No, but any life is better than death.” That caught his attention, and he turned to me. “Are you sure about that?”

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

All it took was a single sentence to stir her into this fury? He stepped closer, studying every subtle expression on her face in the dim night. As if he wanted to witness the pain of her accepting the truth, he deliberately said, "There's no need to be so surprised. What I'm saying is a fact. Otherwise, why would I let you stay here?" Ariel's fists trembled, but her gaze remained sharp and unforgiving. Samson didn't like seeing her like this, but he didn't mind. He leaned down toward her. "Ariel, Jayson's dead. He's not in this world anymore. You need to move on."

“Flaws become catastrophic. You have two choices now, Mabel. Shut down negotiable death entirely and let me restore absolute death, or live with the weaponized system you’ve created.” My sons appear at the edge of eternal space. “Mama, people are using death as weapon,” Marcus reports with horror. “Wolves are forcing each other into death negotiations, threatening absolute ending unless demands are met. The pack is falling apart from death coercion.” It’s spreading to my family, to my people, exactly as I feared. “Shut it down,” Anna says urgently. “Negotiable death is too dangerous. Better absolute death than weaponized ending available to everyone.”

“…I know it can't be good. Whatever you are contemplating. But can you do me a favor?” "OH?" I blinked, “If it's as bad as what those bastards did to me… I'm tired of surviving horrible things only to get into worse things. So, if all you have in mind for me is more torture, then I'd rather die. Just do me a favor and don't…I don't want to die slowly.”

she near shouted, her voice faltering. "They tried to revive him, but...um...he didn't make it." Dan cleared his throat and sounded like he was just holding back his sobs. "But at least he's no longer in pain." He sniveled. "Just come home. We'll wait till you get here. Okay?" "No..." Kyle... Coma. Flatlined. And now he's dead. Too late for her. Just too late. No. Her best friend...

he asked me. "Somewhere, leaving the best of my life, this is not my home." I spoke up to him. HAhahahahaha…. ! "What do you know about living the best of life when you are supposed to be dead?" he said to me. "Do you even know what situation you are in?" "Don't you know that you are supposed to thank me for buying you off?" "You are supposed to be dead, bitch," he barked again as he hit the cell really hard this time.