Die Inside Novels & Stories

“OPEN THIS DOOR! WHO’S INSIDE?” Annabel slowly looked around the office. The priest’s essence was painted on the table legs, on the floor, on the wall, and the blood just kept flowing as if it would never stop. She could not recognize his face anymore. It was contorted with fear, the part that was not a mess from the continuous stabbing. The knife clattered from her hand as she stood up. “CAN’T YOU HEAR ME? OPEN THIS DOOR!” There was no way she was going to open that door. The locals would perform a rite and kill her before she would even have time to explain that it was the devil that had taken over her.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

In just a few days, he became old, hideous, and frail, tormented day and night by unbearable exhaustion and illness. Eventually, he died alone in a dark corner of his cell from heart failure. As for me, after finally clearing my name, I stepped back into the sunlight once more. I told everyone openly that there had never been such a thing as a shortcut without a price. The orientation continued. Leading classmates who had finally woken up to the truth, I completed the remaining drills and exercises alongside them through true effort, sweat, and teamwork. When we stood together at the closing ceremony, receiving the Top Cadet Company banner from Lindsey, the entire formation erupted into hear

"Not the version for the court. The one you would tell me if it were just us." It is just us. It is always just us when the door closes. The truth is that I died. I bled out on the ballroom floor of my own home three years into a marriage I believed was love, and the man who put the blade in me was the one I was about to name this morning. The truth is that something in the darkness heard me asking and sent me back, and I woke up in this bedroom with every memory intact and forty minutes before the ceremony. I cannot tell him that.

My name began to appear in the public eye, and the rumors and scandals from before were soon gone. Occasionally, she would lock herself in her room for a long time, repeatedly playing the song on the score that I had given her. She began suffering from insomnia as well as auditory and visual hallucinations, her mental health deteriorating by the day. In the end, she lay in the bathtub, blood flowing from her wrist. She chose to end her life the same way I had tried to end mine. After her death, her organs were all donated. Even if I didn't want Elena's grave beside mine, she was still buried next to me in the end.

For the first time in 2026, I felt alive. We reached the basement—the morgue. It was the only way out that Silas hadn't blocked yet. The air was freezing, smelling of chemicals and silence. "My car is in the ambulance bay," Julian wheezed, his face damp with sweat. We ran past the silver drawers of the dead. But as we reached the exit, Julian stopped. He looked at a body lying on a gurney, covered in a white sheet. A hand was sticking out from under the cloth—a hand wearing a gold wedding ring.

A thing may have a name, but more often than not, peeling back the political correctness to reveal the nasty honesty beneath was healthier. So this was death row. If the men and women within it avoided their intervention, well, then they would become zombies. Or bone eaters. Or smilers. And they, the five, were Crowners. That sounded a lot healthier than ‘End of Life Policy Counselors’, which was what it said on their tax returns.

“What type of poison” “Atropa belladonna. It was the same one found in your father’s autopsy. I believe their death is connected.” Nightshade poison. A deadly poison for a deadly organisation. I scramble closer. “What do you know Doctor?” Gail looks at me, hesitant. “Nothing much aside that I believe this is all connected to the inner circle.” The Inner Circle? This is the first time in ten years I’ve heard that name again. The last time was the day my father was buried.”

My mother hugged me and patted my head as she said, “You’re the best, Yelena. You’re the greatest gift from God.” But one day, that gift rotted away and was thrown into the ditch. Anything thrown into a drain was dirty. It was a perfect match for someone like me. My eyelids grew heavier, and my tears fell. The piercing sound of alarms traveled into my ears, along with the doctor’s orders. “The patient is in critical condition and has no will to live. Save her!” I saw multiple people moving around. It was a mess. I sighed. I was lucky. At the final moments of my life, I still had people trying their hardest to save me.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.