Book Life Or Death Novels & Stories

Even though I could not feel anything inside me anymore, tears streamed from my eyes nonetheless. In the final moments leading to my death, I held onto the little hope I had and sent several messages to Ian asking for help. Unfortunately, there was no signal inside the cellar. Naturally, those messages could not be sent out to Ian's phone. I could only stare at the red exclamation marks indicating that the messages were not sent and died in despair inside the cellar. Ian snatched the phone away from the maid. The password for my phone was a combination of my three brothers' birthdays.

I knew he blamed me too, for taking away his mom. Dad was different as well. Sure, he went through the motions—work, eat, sleep—but the lightness had vanished from his face. I caught him one day, burning Emma's diaries in the garden. He said they were too heavy, that it would not be good for Calvin to read them later. When the last page turned to ash, I watched him cough up blood. I changed too. I was not a kid anymore; I had to be the rock for Dad and Calvin.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

This is night so he don't actually see through me, but everytime he look up, his eyes directly at me. That shock me, but then he just look away. I sigh in relief, shrugged the thought and enjoy the boring night without anyone see me. I said, “Everyone is happy despite vulnerable to almost everything. Not even death they can possibly avoid it,” I said, and the foolish stop from what he's doing, and even slowly close the book in his hand. He didn't look up, so I added after I sneered at him, “This foolish is not exception. Why not party with everyone else while he's living on?” His lip slightly curve, and he open the other book this time. He said to himself, slowly, “This book... is said to co

“I’d like that.” “You sure?” “Yes. I want to.” They talked a little longer—about small things, about dinner plans they’d never find time for—and when the call ended, the room felt suddenly empty again. She placed the phone beside her on the couch, next to the signed contract. Two different lives, sitting inches apart. The thought settled heavily in her chest. She whispered to the quiet apartment, “It’s just work. Nothing else.” But even to herself, it sounded uncertain.

SYSTEM CONTINUES. AUTHOR CORE FOREVER: AUTHOR MERGES, SYSTEM STABILIZES, HIGH-YIELD OUTPUT CONTINUES HERO DIES, SYSTEM SURVIVES: MAXIMUM PAIN, MINIMUM CODE CHANGE. Dozens of “books” wore those labels. Shelves and shelves worth. Not just for me. For other authors. For Champions. For Escorts. Their lives reduced to endings the system preferred. “‘Hero dies, system survives,’” Selene read off one spine, voice flat. “Classic.”

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

I had just helped the doctor carry my mother-in-law, Kelly Hawkins, downstairs when I saw four heavy wheel locks blatantly clamped around all four tires of the ambulance. I'd only just gotten home from work when Kelly came over. She'd barely made it upstairs when she suddenly collapsed. If I hadn't gone back down and discovered that my own car had been clamped, I wouldn't have panicked and called for an ambulance. It couldn't have been more than five minutes from the moment Dr. Goldberg went upstairs to when we carried Kelly downstairs together. And in that period of time, the ambulance had been clamped.

He smiled again. "Not a bad book to start with. Have you read IT?" I nodded. "That was my first by him. Hmmm I wonder." He left my side and began to look through the books. He left the section I was in and after a few minuets returned with another book. He handed it to me and I studied it. It wasn't a book or author I knew. "I haven't read this one." I said. "Good it's one of my favorites. Do you enjoy vampire novels?" I nodded. "You'll like this then. There are some erotic moments just a heads up." He said it so indifferently that I didn't know how to react.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she