Coolest Way To Die Mga Nobela at Kwento

At a corner, I saw a group of boys smoking under one of the green shades. ‎ ‎Smoking kills you slowly, boys, if you intend to off yourselves quicker, why don't you try quinone? I mumbled to myself and watched as a tell, hefty man on suit and glasses approached them. ‎ ‎I propped my body atop the couch, against the window, resting my leg on the soft cushion, so that I could witness the scene clearly. ‎ ‎The man on suits reached into his inner pockets, brought out something and showed it to the boys, to which they gave a disturbing reaction.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

She heard her thoughts whispering to her. Those were the last words she ever expected to do, but having no choice, Lady Vienna slowly removed her hands that are only her lifeline now, and finally letting herself go, she watched as Ambrosia looked at what she did, not expecting her to do this. Lady Vienna closed her eyes and let the smoke conceal her. This is the least expected way of dying for her. Of all the times she was faced with danger, this is the most ridiculous way of how dying for her.

"The men stop seeing us in a favorable light while our bodies just want more. It is indeed a paradoxical situation." "Well, I, for one, would like to die with a cock or cocks in me," Krista said, "in the middle of an orgasm." "I've said that my whole life," Zach laughed, "that I'd consider dying in the middle of an orgasm the best way to go. What could possibly be better?" "Well, between Susan and I, we'll just have to see if we can't fuck you to death," Krista laughed. "I promise to die smiling," Zach said.

I rounded the corner once again till I was back to her side, passing her one of the glasses. "My version of living is doing whatever the fuck I want. Everyone dies eventually, and not always from a liver failure." My gaze settled pointedly on her. The men before me are quite notorious for dying in far more gruesome ways. It'd only be a pleasure. "You mean your version of living is succumbing to your body's every desire, even if it's bound to kill you?" I lifted my glass to my lips, pausing to meet her defiant sea-blue eyes. "Usually, my body knows exactly what it wants. And right now, it's a curious blonde that doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. Drink up."

he said with mock thoughtfulness, “there are so many ways to kill you. Poison. Drowning. A nice clean bullet to the head. But none of them feel… intimate enough.” He stopped in front of her. His eyes gleamed behind the mask. “Do you have any preference on how you’d like to die?” She said nothing. She couldn’t give him anything—especially not fear. Fear fed men like him. "Any preference?" Then perhaps I’ll cut your throat. It is satisfying to watch the light die in the eyes of a person. The moment is as if a candle is shaking one last time before the light expires. He drew a knife. Silver in color.

Quinn go off the couch and went to a set book of shelves on the far side of his desk. " most depressed people, and it's willing, shall I say, practitioners, the more sufisticated and experienced ones won't leave a tell sign of how they wish to die--books like you mentioned on how one faked his death in his room. really callous and extremely careless. " I reached into the breast pocket of my suit coat " I have got some polaroids."

Phillip replied. “Well if you’re going to keep with that attitude your life will be ended very soon for sure” Eletrish replied “What do you mean? You just said they were arguing.” Phillip replied “Oh yeah I should of given the contents of the argument, They are arguing which death penalty method to use on you see the chair and lethal injection are both on the table but an exceptionally cruel and barbaric idea has been put on the table of putting you in a room full of angry bees and letting the sting you to death which is currently gaining favor amoung them. Now I’m offering you a deal not only to save your life but also save the health of those who rallied behind you.” Sir Eletrish replied

There are ways of dying that do not end in funerals. Types of death you can not smell. -Unknown. |I R I S| I have heard so may times that your entire life flashes in front of your eyes when you are close to death. And, now when I stay right there, at the exact same point, I believe it.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him