Novel & Cerita Death Comes As The End

With the little sounds I could hear, there was a battle of bullet exchange not too far from us. I couldn’t stand for long on my two feet and Hunter noticed as he gripped me against his chest and began yelling. “ HELP! SHIT… HELP!!!” Slowly I was losing consciousness as I fought to stay awake. Before everything became black the last thing I heard was. “ Iris please don’t leave me” Or …. I’m not so sure. So I guess that’s how it ends?

Probably dead by now. When will it all end?

" People would have an unusual clarity of mind when their lives were ending. Because they couldn't see the future, they would become extra aware of the past. He leafed through his memories like an old man repetitively counting and wrapping his money with a handkerchief that had turned white from one too many washes. "Alright, there's no point in saying these things anymore. I deserved this. Liv was right when she said that we won't meet each other ever again. "In the end, I'm leaving without my wife or my children to see me off." Brent held Ethan's hand. The joints on Ethan's hand were well-defined, and his hand was the slender hand of a grown man. But it trembled violently like an old man's

But I'm sorry Dean, this is how we end. ~Chip. _________

Forever. The End.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Together. THE END.

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

He gestured to the black veins still faintly visible under the skin of his forearms. "The outline is moving, isn't it?" I asked, reaching out to grab his wrist. He flinched, but I didn't let go. The moment our skin met, the ache in my chest vanished. The "Oxygen Debt" was paid in full. "We are in the tenth life, Julian. The cycle is supposed to end here."

--- Trying to take her completely. --- But this time— --- Something pushed back. --- Small. --- Fragile. --- But real. --- A choice. --- Not to let go. --- Not yet. --- And as the darkness pressed in— As her strength balanced on the edge of nothing— As life itself became a question with no guaranteed answer— One final truth emerged: --- The moment you come closest to death— --- Is the moment you discover… --- If you still have something left to live for.