Better Off Dead Novels & Stories

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.

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

I had nothing to live for and nothing to lean on, so I was better off dead than alive. I picked the second option. It sounded easier. I was already tired of life, so I might as well end it. With profound resolve, I stood up. I would kill myself. I let out a little laugh with the thought that no one would mourn for me. The jerk upstairs may be mad because his money has been wasted, but I could care less about him.

, " You're wrong; I desperately want freedom; my soul indeed feels lost, but it's still drowning in an endless pit of hell. What I want, is to be free " " And how do you think you can be free when you reek of anger, when your voice carries a heavy weight of pain? How do you think you can be free when your actions scream for revenge? If you think dying sets you free, then you might have just deceived yourself a big time". " What's the best freedom if not death?", " The best freedom is here," Libby places her palm on her chest, " even the dead ain't free if this place still feels heavy. "

I read the date and the authorization line and the signature that ties Don Tobia Armenise to the death of his own nephew, and I close the ledger and hold it against my chest and I breathe. The courtyard behind me is reorganizing around a brother bleeding on the gravel and a sedan still idling at the gate. I hear voices, sharp and urgent, and I hear the Fiat's door open and I hear Enzo's voice, thin and strained, saying something I cannot make out. He is alive. The shot was clean and he is alive and I am in the chapel with the ledger in my hands and the proof of everything Don Tobia has done pressed against my ribs.

My vision turns blurry and I black out. Blackness and numbness surround me. Is this what being dead is like? It's peaceful, but a little bit boring. At least I don't have to feed the pack. Oh dang, I didn't get a chance to turn in that English essay. It was a good one too. The constant soft beeps are soothing. I don't know how long I've been dead, but I feel like I want to open my eyes, ready to take on the afterlife.

You're the reason Suzanne is in the hospital, so end your life and make everyone happy! I crumpled the paper and stood up. She is so right. Everyone around me always gets hurt, and it's my fault. If I were six feet under, everyone would be happy. Lance would be way happier too. God made a huge mistake when he made me. I stood up and took a deep breath. What's the sense of living if I'll be happy forever? There's no reason to live! I made my way to the bathroom and searched the medicine chest until I found some sleeping pills. I dumped them out in my hand and stared at them. This is it! After this everyone's life will be better. Lance will be happy. Life has no value right now. There's no use

"I wished you passed away in the caravan. Your baby would also be better off dead, too.” As sickness overtakes me and causes me to lose my footing, the words hit me like a whirlwind and reverberated in my thoughts. My voice is shaky all of a sudden, "It's dead. Perhaps you might spread the word and leave me alone. He died in the worst conceivable way of death. Go do what you do best!" I turn to go while shooing her away, tears dripping down my cheek as she smiles at my situation.

The world tilted sideways. Her father. Harper’s voice echoed in Sienna’s skull, wrapping around her like barbed wire: Ask her father. Her knees felt like water, her hands numb where the gun weighed them down. She couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t force air into her lungs. “No,” she whispered. “He’s dead. He’s been dead for twenty years.” Harper chuckled through bloody teeth. “Caskets are easy to fill, sweetheart. Doesn’t mean they’re full of the right man.”