Born To Die The World Is A Novels & Stories

I tried to think of other things besides the Cosa Nostra. I often wondered what my life would have been if I wasn’t born in the Cosa Nostra. I walked over to the sofa near the window and I sat down. I could’ve lived a normal life; far from all the disaster and the hate. When I was about to be married to Primo, I thought about escaping and moving to another country. I could get a job and live my life normally. But I realized that I wouldn’t survive in the real world. I wanted too much but knew too little of what was before me. I think it’s for the best that I was born as part of the mafia. If you learn to live with what you have, you’ll start to think that it’s not all that bad.

It was just as I'd expected. Although their product looked very similar to my design back then, it was made with inferior products, and there was no doubt that it would get damaged with just a few uses. With that in mind, I decided that I couldn't care less and perfunctorily praised his ingenuity. Gianna beamed proudly. Then, she told Shane to give me a demonstration of their tech product. The machine flew into the air and began to dance and circle above our heads. Gianna was just about to say something when it suddenly lost control and flew toward the hanging lamp right above her head.

The day my birth parents found me, the reunion banquet they threw turned into their funeral. My parents and their adopted daughter, Leila, died of food poisoning that night. The only one who survived was my older brother, Alpha Kian. He didn’t like sweets, so he never touched the cake. The cake that I handed to them myself. “So you want to take Leila’s place. “You’re just jealous because she got all our love! “She was the only one who ever accepted you, and you still killed her!”

So, I said, “Yeah, I’ll stick with you till the end because I have found a purpose too, and that is to witness the greatness you achieve in this long run. But I will warn you as your brother, you have taken the path of devil so someday you will also achieve the ultimate punishment like the devil.” After saying that, I for the first time realized that I might have matured a little too. But then Madarashi smiled a little and said, “I chose the job after being fully aware of the consequences. And death is the ultimate result for everyone, be it human or devil. Only exception is, I might face a horrible death.”

But her answer made my whole world broken, and I feel like my soul is coming out from my body. "He's dead."

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

CLARA Everything goes silent, not like death. Worse, like the world forgets I exist. The pain, the weight, the sound of my own blood—gone. And then I’m falling, not down, not anywhere, just… through something endless and bright. Light surrounds me from every direction, soft and warm, like the air itself is breathing. I don’t have a body or maybe I do, but I don't feel it anymore. I drift and drift until I see her.

"Come on, Daniel, no need to get hot. If you'd been up to the task, maybe Rebecca would be carrying your baby. However, no, I had to step in and give the Harris family a future. Imagine Dad and Mom without a grandkid. That's just sad." Was it really my fault that Rebecca could not get pregnant? She never wanted to; that much was clear to me. Five years of marriage, and I had lost count of how many times I had brought up having kids. However, she always brushed it off, saying we were too young, not ready. I backed off to respect her wishes. Then, I was the bad guy. Marvin was not done yet. "The baby's here, but it's going to be rough for you. Rebecca was scared that a C-section would dumb dow

Hope that I would die, so that the world would survive. Flashback Over