Death Doesn't Discriminate Novels & Stories

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

He replied, leaning back in his seat. I clenched my jaw, the muscles ticking as my grip tightened on the glass, "I almost lost my daughter. She just stood there, watching a little child slowly die such a horrible death. And you expect me to overlook it?" The glass in my hand creaked under the pressure of my grip, and I forced myself to set it down before it shattered.

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

Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality. After he came to, the first thing he did was rush to the lake. Desperately, he grabbed at the pitiful warriors. "No. It can't be. Amber isn't dead! She's carrying my child. We are about to be parents. Why would she take her own life? "I don't believe it. I will not believe that she's dead until I see her body. You people are lying to me. I will find her and get her back!" A warrior explained hesitantly, "Alpha Matthew, based on our investigation, Luna Amber was diagnosed with perinatal depression. This explains why she would take her own life.

The chatting nurses were all startled. The one whose hand Damon had grabbed was just about to get angry, but the moment she met Damon’s icy gaze, her courage crumbled. “We don’t know the full details either. We only heard that a young girl died in the operating room of the Blythes’ private hospital. If you’re interested, you can go take a look. The police are also investigating her identity.” After speaking, she seemed to recognize who Damon was and gave him a smile.

"You make me feel the wrongness of you" Killer ******** Sienna Death is like a wind blowing, touching you all over. It’s that kiss from the sun on your face, that overwhelming sensation. The experience of everything, but the feeling of nothing. My mother told me death is an inevitability of our life. It’s the ride that gets us there, which makes all the difference. I’d like to think I chose my end well. In a way, many would mourn, and others would rejoice.

She had only meant to threaten Twinkle, not actually die. "Help me… I don't… want to die…" Her voice was hoarse, and after forcing those words out, she stopped breathing. Twinkle never looked at her, not once. Before the ambulance arrived, Amelie was already dead. Twinkle stared at me with empty eyes. "Emilia, can you really never forgive me?" I looked down at Amelie's corpse. "No. Everyone has to pay for their own mistakes," I replied. My voice was so calm that it even scared me.

My eyebrows furrowed, confused at the topic he just brought up, "What made you think about all this now?" He gave me a light shrug, "It's just when I saw you like that, when I thought you were going to die, it...it scared me even more." He said, "I think you are right, I think death hurts the people around us more than it hurts us," His gaze drifted away and a loud breath left him as an exhale, "Because even though I am so scared of death, at that moment," He looked back at me again, "I wished that I was the one in your place because...it would hurt less."

“Grandpa, do you… Do you truly only have three months left to live? Why must you go so soon?” Don was remarkably at peace with his forthcoming end. “Why? Well, that’s what we humans do, don’t we? We’re marked for death the moment we’re born—no one fools the Reaper. My time’s coming, Melanie, as it should be. Don’t be sad over what is inevitable; not when grief could be harmful to the precious one inside you.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.