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Thrashing in his chains desperately, not able to stop me. " Scarrrrrr fuckkkk!!!! Nooooooo!!!!!" But it was too late. The sword was already cutting down to reach me, just inches away. When I close my eyes. Accepting death. With open arms.

My head, it hurts so bad. This is it. This is the end, isn't it? Blood keeps flowing to the floor beneath my big head, like a puddle of rain of death. Yes, this is the end.How can I still see? I have a chance right? No, impossible. There is no fixing this. I need to sleepI'm tired, so tired. But I cannot give in, I cannot sleep. To sleep means to die, I must stay strong. But my body can't take it anymore, perhaps I should just sleep and save my strength until help arrives. Yes, yes that would be best. Save my strength. Help will be here soon.I heard footsteps.I don't think I'm going to make it. No, I know I'm not going to make it. It all ends here, this is where I die. That's okay, I don't

” “Don't worry, I will avenge your death, your company will be restored, I will make them pay for every pain they have caused you, and I will make them regret living.” His voice drifted further away. Her eyes began to close slowly. She wished : “TO BE GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE.” She was seeing her parents in tears. She stretched her hands to touch them, but they turned to dust. Tears rolled down her eyes, darkness folded around her, and she let it take her. Death claimed her

His breathing was rapid and his veins bulged as if he wanted to crush the phone. At the same time, the person in the seat in front of him exclaimed, "Mr. Jennings, Astrid died four years ago!" I did not hear the rest as Death had arrived. "The time has come, Astrid. Are you ready for your soul to be annihilated?" I gently stroked Nicholas's cheek and nodded slightly. "Yeah, let's begin."

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.

“The one I’ve been waiting for. Your strength will be mine...” “Screw you,” I spat, through gritted teeth. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. My heart raced faster, the sound deafening in my ears. I don’t want to die. No, I don’t want to die. The pain intensified, and my vision began to fade. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. And then... nothing. My heart stopped. Darkness consumed me as I drew my last breath.

I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take ♬ “Shut up.” I thought he wanted me to listen yet he kept on throwing questions. ♬ Youngblood, say you want me, say you want me out of your life. And I’m just a dead man walking tonight. But you need it, yeah, you need it all of the time, yeah. Youngblood, say you want me, say you want me back in your life so I’m just a dead man crawling tonight ’cause I need it, yeah, I need it all of the time ♬

Madison was pinned under the car, clutching his pant leg and begging, "Leon… Save me… Please… It hurts… It hurts so much…" Yet, he pried her fingers off one by one and pulled Juliette out without hesitation. He had relived that moment thousands of times. No matter how many sedatives he took, he couldn't erase it. The Griffins didn't want him to forget either. Whenever Marcus saw Leon, he snarled, "You murderer!" Those words cut deep into Leon, yet they brought Marcus no relief either. Every time Marcus walked home exhausted, he saw countless debt collectors blocking the entrance with sticks, shouting for repayment before he even reached the door.

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

The pain, it overcame all my senses. It pressed against my chest. It pulsed. Darkness started to take over. It was so painful. I never thought it would be this much painful. They say when you die, your whole life flash before your eyes. But I only saw...I only saw her. I tried to keep my eyes opened but I couldn't. I couldn't. I saw her, but she was so young. I was young too. She ran toward me, her small figure tried to reach for me and she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me.