Coolest Way To Die Novels & Stories

I am talking about me, the alpha. Because right now, I am wishing for the world to end at the very right moment, in a blink. I want a pleasing painless death—like a cardiac arrest in a spa while having a relaxing massage. Or I can die while having an earth-shattering orgasm. Either way is fine for me. Anything is welcomed. From a flirtish earthquake to some seducing flood. Soul-warming thunderstrike or a crazy typhoon—whatever sail the boat is pleasant. I only want to get away from the family melodrama as early and far away as possible.

She looked so pitiful. If she were to live in a dream right now, she might as well die in her dream. However, where can she go to die? Drowning was one of the most painful ways to die. The water would enter the nasal and oral cavities, fill up the heart and lung, and suffocate her. After that, her body would be swollen and emit a foul odor. Jumping off a tall building? It would be very tragic if the suicide wasn't successful. She would be disabled. In addition, it was too ugly to die like that.

“How are you feeling?” Zen groaned. Honestly, he felt like this was the worst sleep he had so far. Father Clarence was looking at him with eyes of concern, wondering what the boy did to return to the church this soon. Didn’t he mass craft the healing salves? Suffocation and drowning were probably some of the more terrifying ways to die. Honestly, Zen preferred to die from fall damage or get beaten up until his HP dwindled away. It would not be as brutal as smelling slime butts. Even getting shot to death might be slightly better. It was less embarrassing if Zen ignored how he died semi-naked.

I exclaimed suddenly when I read that I would be skin alive! What type of assassination technique is that? Why is there such a choice in the mode of execution? I thought that the only ways I could die were by falling from a tall building, hanging myself, poisoning myself, or stabbing myself in the heart! Why did my manner of murder come out this way? Skinning alive?

At that time I realized that the silence of loneliness was sad and suffocating. On the other hand, I can’t help but blame myself for what happened. However, I know more than anyone else that if I don’t fetch his soul someone else will do it. Death is not something that a person or anyone in the world has control over especially if a person’s death is predestined and written. I learned CSA killed Mr Perelman or Central Sleep Apnea a condition wherein a person pauses in breathing due to a lack of respiratory effort during sleep. That’s the thing Hazel explained to us when we last got together after the funeral.

The sound echoed across the arena. The lights flashed white. The cheers turned into gasps. Nathan’s knees buckled. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the en dless sea of faces screaming, panicking, crying—and the world spinning out of focus. And then...... nothing.

> I was almost afraid to ask. “Well kids, play time is over. I cut the aorta. Once that is severed bleeding out is pretty instantaneous.” She shrugged. “Alright, clean up! Now my favorite method of clean-up is throwing the dead (or not) rogue into a giant fire. This ensures that any diseases they may have will be destroyed. Also, it is cheaper and easier than to bury them. But... since I can’t get a hot enough fire going now....” I watched as she snapped the silver restraints holding the body up and drug it to the vat. “Acid can work just as well.”

I find myself looking around to see if we’ve caught anyone’s attention but no one is here. “What is wrong with you and strangling me.” His question throws me off-guard and he notices it. He gives me his full attention. “I don’t really know. I just say it sometimes. Maybe the worst way to die is through chocking and I’d like people that I kill to die that way because I will only kill them if they deserve it.” I peer up at him, expecting to see him looking down at me with shock, distaste, but it is the opposite. I see curiosity and wonder in his eyes.

Nathan knelt down, carefully gathering every last bit with his hands and gently placing them into the urn Jake had paid an exorbitant amount of money for. For the first time, Nathan, who was always strong and composed, held the urn in his arms, his eyes reddening. He whispered my name over and over. I curled my lips into a sneer. "Oh, this is just the beginning. You will be crying a lot more soon," I thought. Under Jake's urging, Nathan finally returned to the estate with my ashes. On the way, Jake told him the truth about my death. "Ms. Bartlett died from the pain of her illness. She suffered until she couldn't take it anymore. She wasn't sick as long as her sister, but because her conditio

How could a dead person have pushed her? However, Dad believed her. He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around Ms. Ritter. "Don't cry, I'm here. I won't let him bully you anymore," he said as he patted her back. I froze abruptly and stared at Dad in a daze. He looked at my body lying on the floor with disgust. "Since he's so determined to play dead and get out of donating blood, then I won't cover for him either. Get back every drop that was spilled—insert the needle and draw his blood again. Let's see how much longer he can keep up this act!"