Novel & Cerita Death Comes As The End

“DEATH.” Emphasizing as it is more than just a card itself, but rather the core of everything that they are playing within the chess game where at the very end that word is their ultimate graveyard. He then wonders, just who will die and truly first in this book and world, as he honestly prefers for that person to go first.

Death. Something I never feared of. But at that moment, for the first time, I got scared. I wasn't scared of my own death, but for his — my uncle. Sometimes I think, why are we even born when at the end, we’d just all die? I always wonder why beautiful things tend to end tragically. Just like life. No matter how beautiful your journey was, you'd still end up taking that one, narrow path that leads to one destination. Death.

Yolanda’s body finally crumpled to the ground, lifeless and devoid of vitality. Her death came swiftly, so fast that she barely had time to utter a final cry. The air was thick with a profound silence, as if even the wind had come to a standstill. Everyone fell into a heavy silence, gazing at her lifeless form, as though reflecting on the chaos and suffering she had wrought. Her death marked the end of a chapter, a grim resolution to the torment she had caused.

I flinched but didn't pull away–more like I couldn't. "Death is a simple thing," he murmured, his gray eyes locked on mine. "A snuffing out, a demise. It is… boring, like the end of a story. But why end a story when you can… prolong it? Change it?" He leaned in closer, so close I could feel the chill that radiated from him. He didn't breathe, I realized, not in the way humans did. There was no rise and fall of his chest, and no warm breath on my skin.

She ran along the perimeter of the board looking for a way out and didn’t find anything, not even where she had come from. A pawn beckoned to her. He told her she had to see the game through before she could leave. Meredith sighed. “And how long will the game last?” She asked. “Until Death…” She heard the pawn say in Brayden’s voice. She blinked and a tear escaped the corner of her eye caressing her face as it traveled down. Meredith wiped it away, blinked, and when her eyes opened suddenly she was awake.

Soon the spurts subsided and the five braced themselves to turn, each unaware of who had dealt the deathblow, and hoping against hope that it had not been them. Eddie gave a final kick. His arm dangled over the side of the rubber-covered hospital mattress. He was still now, as graceful in death as Geraldine hoped he had managed to be in life. Though of that, she wasn’t the judge and jury. Yes, the world may be ending, but she still believed in some things. The walls around the end of the bed, like the floor beneath those soon to squeak wheels, were adorned with ruby pinwheels of blood. It was an ugly, yet beautiful sight. Exquisite and pure.

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

His forehead was covered in blood, which blended with the rain and smeared across his entire face. Eli stood apart from all of it. He didn't even cry as he watched the doors close. He just stood in the rain as he watched the whole cremation process. I floated in the air, taking it all in. I then looked at Eli—his face pale but still full of life—and at the space above his head. It was completely empty now. That damned countdown had vanished. I broke into a smile, thinking that it was truly wonderful. I was glad that Eli was still alive, as it meant that my death hadn't been completely in vain.

For a brief moment, I could almost see the younger Suzanna smiling at me again, clean and bright like the rising sun. Then the loud cry of a newborn rang through the room, followed by tears and joyful laughter, and the fading image disappeared. I lowered my head and looked at my gentle wife and my beautiful son. Slowly, a relieved smile appeared on my face. At last, it was time for me to let go.