Coolest Ways To Die Novels & Stories

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

Such a relief! Thea told me that I was going to be here a while so I should freshen up. At least they understood the meaning of sanitation! She also told me that if I tried to run away, I’d be shot in the head from thirteen different directions. Um… Yeah… It was cool with me. I told her that I would rather like to die in a snowstorm or due to a volcanic explosion or something awesome like that. I don’t want people not to know how I died. And I wanted to die in a cool way…

Because we’re rotten. I want to pass away in peace because of old age, so my child will know that I lived a fulfilling life. That I can slowly wither away because my early days are colorful and I have already lived the best years of my life. So my child will know I died happily. Not because I was shot in the head with fear in my eyes, or because I stabbed myself with shame and sadness. I want to die glamorizing my early days because, for me, that’s the best way to die. With satisfaction and happiness.

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.

As he spoke, his tone remained devoid of emotion, as if he were merely recounting someone else's story. "I want to sever all ties with them completely. But I refuse to let them off so easily. Faking my death is my best option." Lisa studied the man before her, a trace of sympathy surfacing in her eyes. She thought for a moment before responding seriously. "Logically, drowning at sea is the easiest way to fake a death, but after what you just went through, I doubt you'd want to go near the ocean anytime soon. Falling off a cliff is too risky. I'd recommend a car accident instead."

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.

Kimi asked. Rose snorted. “Because I mentioned it last night. My search history is filled with ways to kill people.” “Why are you trying to kill people?” Mom asked her. Rose grinned at me and Kimi. “Because sometimes you need a villain to kill someone.” “It’s surprisingly easy information to find,” I said while scrolling on my phone. Kimi looked over at my search. “Antifreeze?” she asked. “Odorless and easy to hide in alcohol or juice,” Rose said.

Saying this, they smiled at Ashley while she kept crying silently as one of them was still holding the gun in her mouth. Option one is to put six bullets from this gun in your forehead. Or we will cut you into pieces and feed you to the dogs. Or there is another option, we will throw you alive among sharks. Now you tell us how you want to die. We will kill you in the way you want to die. Although we wanted to bury you alive or skin you alive. This is our favorite way to punish someone. But since you are the lover of a powerful person, we are giving you options. Now tell us how you want to die? "

That was probably the same look I gave him. “You know, drowning is the fourth most painful way to die.” She crinkles her nose in a slightly disgusted way, “What? No it isn’t.” I nod, “I’m pretty sure I read it in an article once.” She rolls her eyes, “Is this your way of telling me that it was foolish of me to try to kill myself and I should appreciate the true meaning of life?” She says in an over-the-top theatrical way that makes me smirk. “It isn’t and trust me it wouldn’t help if I did.”

I state. *Fucking nailed it,* Dozer says, over mind-link. I draw a deep breath, feeling like the worst of it is over. When Bruce sits down and the dork Norman gets up, Mick paces in my head. “How many people have you killed Travis,” he asks. Cheap shot. I keep a straight face and don’t flinch. *Yeah we’ll leave the next body on his porch so he can see what trash we take out,* Shock says, over mind-link.