Death Is My Bff Novels & Stories

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

Curse her and say she was dying? "I didn't know she was sick! And how is her death automatically my fault? Have you already forgotten how she used to bully me when we were kids? She pushed me into a patch of wolfsbane! I nearly died because of her! She hated me! Why would she ever die for someone she hated?

I can only guess they traced my call from the phone. “Can’t help…he’s dead…I know he’s dead…dying too…lady…want my mom…” A low, long beep indicated the battery had died far more quickly than I hoped. I sighed, but as my eyes closed, craving the sweet release of unconsciousness, I felt the woman’s cool finger resting on my cheek. I heard her voice telling me that it wasn’t meant yet. “Who…?” I mumbled, my tongue swelling in my mouth, cutting off more precious air.

He whispered my name, his voice carrying a terror and anguish I had never heard from him before. But the only answer was silence. I watched him bury his face in his hands, muffled sobs leaking through his fingers—like a lone wolf who had lost his entire world. Belated devotion is cheaper than dirt. I hovered before him and spoke softly, my voice calm and flat: "I've finally died, just as you wished. So why bother pretending you ever loved me?"

🖱️Jayden🖱️ Death was the least thing I imagined when I stepped into the supernatural world. I thought the worst case scenario would be fights, powers going out of control, maybe the council breathing down my neck. I did not think I would be standing in a room with the two people I love most while discussing which version of my death sounded less tragic. That was not on my bingo card.

"nique-" A warm sensation embraced my body. A heard a voice in the distance. Ahh... So this is death huh....... I thought it would be worse... But this is actually quite nice... "minique, wake up!" The voice was getting closer, I also heard steps approaching. Death... Is that you? Are you coming for my soul?... Well, I guess it was nice while it lasted... Time to be part of the eternal nothingness of space... Man... Who would think that death would sound like a little girl... The universe sure is weird...

Sadness drips from his voice. Her funeral. My best friend's funeral. My dead best friend's funeral. It seems everyone I get close to dies. First, my mom. Now Emaline. Maybe I'm a curse. Maybe I'm not meant to have friends. Maybe I should've been the one to die in that wreck. I will never be able to see Emaline again. I'll never be able to hear her laugh or see her smile. I'll never be able to hear her voice. She is gone. Forever

The door slowly opened, and in the cold, sterile air, my lifeless body lay there, devoid of warmth or breath. Leisha covered her mouth and began to sob, though I couldn't tell if she was mourning or lamenting the sudden loss of her promised kidney. My mother, on the other hand, examined my corpse like a curious onlooker inspecting a strange object. "So, this is your so-called confirmed death?" she asked, her voice still laced with challenge and disbelief. The staff waited in silence for her reaction. To everyone’s shock, all she gave was a contemptuous laugh. "Ha! She’s putting on a good show.”

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

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.