Death And Me 소설 & 이야기

Death was standing in front of me. I had no doubt that this was the night I was going to die; in an empty park with freezing rain just starting to fall. My nothing-special life was going to end in a way I would never in a million years have seen coming. A nothing-special death sounded so much better right then.

She added but I didn’t say anything. “she right.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me, Death. “You too?” I ask. “Give me that little guy.” He said and cruch down to take War. “He is dying.” He said that made Peace and I looked at each other frowning then looked at him. “What?” I am confused. “Devren is dying, I found his body---” he said like it’s nothing that made my eyes wide. “F*ck.” I said and stood up and ran away towards my car.

"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die." She laughed hysterically again

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

The name of the decoration's record was Death Inquisitor, and the location showed that he was in Manhattan, New York. The concise presentation just had one straightforward sentence: "The sizes of death will gauge your transgressions. Try not to enter on the off chance that you have hemophobia or coronary illness, or on the other hand assuming you are a defeatist." Tim, who accepted that he was sufficiently capable, grinned. He was wonderfully captivated and astonished. "Try not to enter on the off chance that you are apprehensive?" he murmured. He needed to perceive how frightening it was! Simultaneously, he was composing his own remark on the projectile screen:

My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer… "Alright, I get it." She reached out to wipe the tears from her face and returned to the elegant look. "I will remember that." Charles and Derek were relieved to see that. I was watching everything that happened from the side. It did not matter to me. I knew long ago that they did not love me. Even so, why did my heart still hurt? The next day, Susan went to the crematorium alone and collected my ashes. She did not go home directly but went to the orphanage where I was found.

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

The lullaby of death forced me to close my eyes and drift into pure calmness. I don't know if I am already dead or I am hanging between life and death. The one thing, I am sure of is that I feel contented. I don't feel a burning passion for revenge surfacing inside me nor I felt regret crawling up my spine. Maybe dead cannot feel emotions or maybe it is the fact that even after my death, Miller World won't be in the wrong hands. I had already made my will. After my death, my all assets will belong to Vincent and if anything happens to him all my assets will be donated to charity.