Death Stare Novels & Stories

And here I was grabbing my stomach, trying to calm myself from the sickening feeling. ‎ ‎To my surprise, Kael let out a wholehearted laugh. "I lost again. Really, why can't you ever pretend to be triggered, I feel like a fool every time." ‎ ‎"Maybe because you are? Just saying." ‎ ‎So, getting a few facts straight, these two with the other one had something to do with the death of the VC. I didn't believe it at first but I'd heard from Sarah that there were three major organizations in the state who orchestrated devices in darkness but didn't conceal it entirely.

Dying on the floor of the facility he built. Taking the final kill code with him.

(GENERAL AND DOLL) IN THIS GAME OD LIFE AND DEATH, WHERE THE CHANCE OF DRAWING THE CARD OF REINCARNATION IS ONE OUT OF TEN. CAN YOU TAKE THE BLAME? ARE YOU WILLING TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING? TAKE THESE BOOKS CURSE AS THE AUTHOR IS FED UP WITH HER LIFE? CAN YOU CARRY THE BURDEN AND DWELL EVEN MORE INTO THE DARK GAME, WHERE A POEM WITH A CURSE IS PLACED? WHAT WILL YOU DO, IS THE DEATH REAPER WILL COME KNOCKING UNTO YOUR DOOR THIS VERY NIGHT? WILL YOU STILL PAY THE FEE TO FIND OUT?

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

Crystal countered back. I pursed my lips and shrugged. "I think the worst way to die is when you do not know about it. Like dying in one's sleep. You know when they're stabbed, butchered, jump off a plane, or are involved in an accident, they have that whole my-life-is-flashing-in-front-of-my-eyes moment but when they die of no cause at all, it's worse." They all stared at me like another head had sprouted out of the side of my neck like a blooming rose. "Damn," Crystal said. "That's kind of deep-ish."

He inserted his dick into me and began to move fast and rough movements. When he did what he wanted, he left me motionless on the floor. "Hope you die slowly and painfully, bitch." he said and spat at me. The only thing I could see was that his partner Michael was standing up. Apparently the wound was only superficial. "Tom .." "Come on, Mike, let's get out of here. This bitch is dead anyway," he looked at me, knowing I was on the verge of death. They left me to die alone and helpless in that shack. He killed my husband in front of me. I stood there for hours, praying to die.

Megs butt in! "What?! Are you telling me that I killed Deku without me knowing?!" "Hey. Guys! The doctor said, Deku died on heart attack. Don't blame her." Lara argued. "But do you really forget about Deku?" Driana asked and draw near me. "I didn't forget him—" I suddenly stopped talking when I saw Driana's mischievous smirked! "Nice." She whispered. Wait...

Damin – POV A knock on the door jolted me awake from my stupor. “Come in.” “We have two bad news,” Dexter said as he walked in. I frowned. “What now?” I didn’t want to sound annoyed but couldn’t help it. It’s been three months, and I haven't been able to sleep or eat, all because of Stella. “Alpha Altair is dead,” Dexter said with a frown. “An assassin from the Night Angel killed him.”

It is bordered in funeral black. [FILE ID: 0-0-1 | STATUS: DECEASED] [REASON: FORMAT_FAILURE_REMOVAL] [ADMIN NOTE: The Original Mistake has been purged from the core. No traces remain in Alpha Kael’s memory-loop.] I stare at the words until they blur. Deceased. I touch the screen, the static electricity stinging my fingertips. They didn't just reject me; they filed my existence under a death certificate to stabilize Kael's mental architecture. To the world of Rebirth City, I am a corpse walking.

Death finally asked, his voice low and calm, though his eyes studied her with quiet calculation. Venessa’s lips curled into a sharp smile. “Dispose of it. Burn it. Bury it. I don’t care. What matters is that she is never found.” Death gave a short nod. “Understood.” He stepped out of the car, his heavy boots crunching against the gravel. Venessa didn’t wait…her engine roared to life, and she drove off into the night, leaving the air thick with exhaust and silence. The moment her taillights vanished, Death’s hand went up. One of his men emerged from the shadows, carrying Delilah in his arms like a broken doll. Her head lolled to the side, her hair spilling down, her skin pale under the dim st