Die Inside Novels & Stories

The aftershocks hit again with resounding force. The entire office building shook violently, as if it might collapse at any moment. Gerald Parker, a new employee at our company, suddenly shoved me. I fell straight into a heap of scattered desks and chairs. At that moment, a loose cement slab tilted and slammed down on my arm. The pain was so intense that I nearly blacked out. "Gerald! I'm coming for you!" Just then, I saw my wife, Meghan Hudson. She covered her mouth and nose as she shoved the office door open, panic written all over her face.

Only then did they realize the Jensen family had more than one daughter. I even heard some people whisper about how I'd been dead for ages. The Jensens threw themselves into philanthropy after my death—maybe they wanted to use it to negate the bad karma they'd gathered over the years. … It was my death anniversary again. My brothers gathered before my resting spot. Eugene was still wearing the scarf, which was now becoming worn after one too many washes. A fresh bouquet was placed before my gravestone, which had been cleaned. I felt my soul turning transparent. It looked like I wouldn't have to spend much longer by their sides.

he said and widened his hand for a handshake she took his hand "what brings you here by the way," he said and looked up at will "came for Zia's admission" "oh," Charles said and stood up "Zia, i have something to talk to him would you wait outside for a minute" Zia nodded and left the room "so! what happened?" Charles asked walking back to his seat "yesterday after reaching home I saw Zia being fainted near the wall of death" "wall of death?...why would she go there ?" he asked confusedly

'' her voice intensified as nerves collaborated to make this happen. Chloe upon hearing the voice turned to look at her daughter and just one bullet in her head was enough to end her mother's life, besides this bullet another one began to enter her body, Chloe's eyes turned white and her body slowly fell to the ground without any vital signs. When the men in black saw the body fall, they quickly ran to the cars and jumped in, and when they were all in their cars, they quickly accelerated and left the place.

But as easy as it sounded to hear, it was as difficult to do. She had to find the grave of a child who had been killed recently because body fat usually dissolves within 10 days after death. After searching for some time, she found a grave at the end of the cemetery, which had been built a few days ago and on which was written: "Mark James, born 2007, died 2019, age 12." Her breath was puffy due to walking in the heat for so long. Taking a deep breath, she started digging the grave.

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

I turn another page and my hands go still. The header is in Italian, neat and unhurried. Authorization code, Palermo operation. Beneath it, a string of numbers and letters that mean nothing to me, and beneath that, a date. Two years ago. The date Lorenzo Armenise was killed. And below the date, in the same careful script, a single word. Target. And the target’s surname is Armenise.

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

He took a deep breath and said, “Did you notice the car that just passed by? When our two cars passed by, I was hit by something and it hit my temple. I almost died, do you understand?” “F*ck! It must be the Death Inquisitor!” “F*ck. It’s too scary. Fortunately, we avoided death this time!” “Yeah, the Death Inquisitor probably didn’t expect it. We won’t die so easily. As long as we can hold on for 24 hours, we’ll win!” Zellman took a few puffs of smoke. His heart was still beating wildly, and cold sweat soaked his back. He was still afraid of what had happened just now.

I heard Kira's voice, and I blacked out instantly as my head hit the roof of the vehicle. Finally, I managed to find the dead. I just hoped my team had enough time to escape, and I prayed they would never get caught again until death. T.b.c ©2021