Death Doesn't Discriminate Novels & Stories

I did not know how long I lay there. Time felt different after death. I could no longer feel the cold marble beneath me, but I could still see the foyer, the blood on the floor, and Adrian standing above my body as if he were waiting for me to give up the act. Death had taken my voice and left me only enough awareness to watch what came after. Adrian did not call for help right away. “Enough, Evelyn,” he said, pale but stubborn. “Your parents will be here in the morning. Stop this now.”

[ THE LOVE THAT KILLS ] Despite our various differences, we are all tied together by one thing. Death. In the Kingdom of Alkhemi, everyone and everything has died at least once. We all die at the end. Despite our differences, we are all made similar by one thing — mortality.

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.

Death and murder are not acceptable. "In this world, there are people who deserve to die." Some will tell you it's not true. That no matter how bad a person is, they have the same right to breathe the same toxic air as the rest of us. Bull-fucking-shit. They have absolutely no idea. When you locate these people and they injure you, you hit them with everything you've got. And then you dance over their fucking grave after you've killed them. "Do you get what I'm saying, angel?" I nod since I couldn't talk even if I tried.

“Even if we don’t choose death?” “Well,” rolling the laptop wires, “we all live and die. We all share the same narrative arc. We are all destined to die soon. Others are destined to die early because that is what their senses lead them or their health does. Death is another destiny that just waits around the corner of our lives.” “Thank you for sharing, Sir.” “I know where your question is coming from. I understand you. Anyways, thanks for the Group Chat you created. I forget to thank you personally.”

I said, “I don’t want to miss you.” “Then let’s be together, forever.” “You know that’s not possible.” “And why is that?” “We have a rule, we only impurify people when they are at their points of death, and we have to ask them, it has to be their own choice.” “Oh,” she said. She rested her head on my chest. “So what if I was in the verge of death? Then would you impurify me?” I knew where she was going with this. “No, no Dawn, you have family, friends, people who care about you… You can’t just throw all that away, for what?”

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

When we thought that the situation couldn't get worse, my mother woke up with a pale face one night. She kept getting weaker and weaker until she couldn't even hold a pen. Instead of paying for her medications, my father kept spending the little money we had for his drugs. I didn't know at the time whether to get mad at my father, or stay and cry by my mother's side- who was dying. My sister tried her best to work, but she was only thirteen, as I was five at the time. Despite all of our efforts in igniting her powers again, she took her final breath on her cold bed.

“Do you think you could muster just the tiniest drop of sensitivity? I mean, don’t strain yourself or anything, but come on. Try.” “Hey, I’m not being insensitive, just realistic. This is a hospice; it isn’t a place people come to get better. Every person who walks through that door leaves in a body bag. That’s the reality, and if you can’t deal with that then you might be in the wrong line of work.”

Death has been around every nook and corner the moment the players start a game. Svetlana had seen different deaths, all gruesome and brutal, the very same day she arrived here. And every single day, they’re all racing against the very door of death. But today, she witnessed the death of her own team member, the one who swore with her that they’re going to protect each other, the one who swore to get out of here alive and win, the one who had talked to her, smiled at her and told her fun stories in a short period of time, the one who formed some sort of friendship with her in a place where friendship doesn’t last. And today he died. It definitely feels harder to accept the death of someone w