Novel & Cerita Death Is But The Next Great Adventure

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

Slowly, I push myself to my feet and reach out, trying to feel my surroundings but the instant I stand, a small flicker of light appears several feet ahead. My breath catches. The tiny flame dances in the darkness like a lonely star qnd suddenly, my suspicion is confirmed. I'm dead. This is the path, the path every wolf hears about but never truly believes exists, the path the dead walk before judgment. A bitter laugh threatens to leave my lips, but it never comes, so this is how it ends, no grand life, great love story or future, or even second chance, I don't even get the opportunity to do everything I once dreamed of.

"Nate, I thought I was going to die without seeing you one last time. If I'd left this world without saying goodbye, I wouldn't have been able to rest, even in the afterlife." Nathan had held me tightly, kissed my forehead, and whispered, "Tegan, don't say things like that. I won't let anything happen to you. I'll always be here for you." Now, staring at the bloodstain on the bed, I let out a bitter laugh. "Nathan, you promised you would always be by my side. But I'm dying now. Where are you?"

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

"This isn't some video game, it's real, real life. ‎ ‎ I nodded slowly. I knew that, what more could convince me otherwise? ‎ ‎ "If we want to survive, we have to do everything we can, otherwise we're better off dead. ‎ ‎ "But if you don't get out of here, you will truly be dead, can't you see that? Chry, let's find another hiding spot." I stretched my hands a little and slowly pulled away the plank, then I poked my head out and scoured the environment.

In the end, I collapsed onto the small bed my parents had bought for me together when I was little and slowly closed my eyes. My tears soaked the pillow. The pain was so overwhelming that all I could do was curl into myself as I repeated the words I remembered in Mom’s voice over and over again in my head, trying to comfort myself. Go to sleep, Daisy. Once you’re asleep, it won’t hurt anymore. … Maybe heaven really heard my prayer, because when I woke up, the pain was gone. However, my body felt strangely weightless, floating in midair. I understood immediately then that I was dead, and my soul, seemingly pulled by some invisible force, drifted until I found myself beside Mom.

A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience. There's no pulse. No breath. Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness. She's gone. I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore. This one does. I told myself to walk It's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, the problem solves itself. If it takes hold, distance will keep judgment from clouding what needs to be done.

CHAPTER 11 ____________ Tyr Pov. I am now stunned by what I witnessed again, someone died in front of me. My eyes witnessed how they lost their lives and I couldn't even save them, even then I can't take them to the nearest hospital because they didn't make it. My hands were shaking because I saw a lot of bl*od, then I was even more confused when his body suddenly decomposed and gradually turned into ashes. "What the h*ck." I said then quickly stood up away from Seffner's body then I threw up because of the disgusting thing I witnessed. His body decomposed so fast, I could see the organs, how it gradually turned into ashes and was then blown away by the wind.

To be exact, I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams listening to Death quote from English literature and even the Bible! “She is the fly in my ointment, the chink in my armor.” He blows a thick and impressive smoke ring that languidly elongates into a tiny Scream mask before it dissolves. “My problem. Yours to solve.” Even as he started saying these things he had taken on the air of a Mafia boss barking out orders, like it has been ingrained in him to expect nothing but blind obedience. But the whole thing’s so unexpected it takes a while to sink in: Death, more powerful than all the politicians and business tycoons of the world combined – he who can take away the only thing that r

When life stumbles On a stone I don’t get a picture of a tomb anymore. I know I have grown! I believe I will grow. Death cannot kill me anymore. Death cannot kill me anymore. A world of advanced stature awaits me! As I multiply, I will be infinity one day. I won’t die nor decay in my grave. I will fight for life. I will fight death on its way. Hey! I won’t die in any evil way. I need to live long. I have no greed but joy in living long. I too should see the world advancing beyond the hold of any rope or sword. I too, should experience peace in its growth. I be lavish is not the need. I am surviving is enough for me. I am surviving is enough for me. I do not want to leave for the grave. Hey,