Die Inside Novels & Stories

The day I die Will be The greatest night When I’m free I’ve tried to stay alive But I feel dead inside And you cant stop the actions that I speak Follow me on tik tok for spoilers and updates https://www.tiktok.com/@dragonladydavis?_t=8Wg4MiRTlyY&_r=1

I was unrecognizable after the accident. He could not see my face. He could only identify me by the birthmark on my shoulder. “Moon… Moon…” When he saw my terrible injuries, he broke down and cried as he held me. Eventually, he became so overwhelmed that he started to gag and fainted. The butler had no choice but to take him away. The next day, the butler talked to Nathan about where to bury me. He suggested a nice spot on the east side of the city because I always loved being outdoors.

“Pick one.” Jack sighed. “Subject Forty-Two, huh?” “Catchy, isn’t it? Very lab rat chic.” He tapped her ID band with his pen. “Who gave you this?” “Dr. Victor Dreyfus. He liked symmetry. I was forty-two. He died last week.” “How?” “Internal bleeding. Caused by a fire extinguisher. Unfortunate accident.” “You killed him.” “I was chained to a cot,” she replied flatly. “Maybe I used telekinesis.”

She asks before looking at his face and jumping back "I assume you know now," I tell her sheepishly "Why would you bring Ha-" "Death," we both interrupt "-Death, inside my house?" She finishes, crossing her arms as she turns to me "Well, he snapped me here," I tell her, "So why not let him inside?" "So What's the deal?" She asks pointing between us. Death and I look at each other, "Apparently we're mates, but no thank you," I say looking back at her "When I came out here, it looked like you were having a moment," she says

Later that morning, Judith sat in her office at the security company and switched on her computer. She took out her phone and opened her f******k and searched for Adrian. She looked at the trending posts and read through. Daisy’s death seemed to be the highlight of the news. She went through a few posts and sighed. Her death did seem sad but Judith could hardly find the born to care. Adrian being in ICU worried her that a part of her thought of going to see him but deep she knew she was probably the last person he wanted to see if he woke up.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

Inside the casket, I couldn't tell night from day. Hunger eventually stripped away what was left of my sanity. I bit at the wood and clawed at the lid over and over, desperate to tear my way out, until every single one of my fingernails ripped completely off my fingers. The already thinning oxygen grew heavy with a suffocating, putrid stench as my own waste started piling. I didn't know how many days had passed when I finally died in agony.

Right after I returned home, I took out a glass of lemonade from the fridge and started gulping it down as I sat on the couch to see the recent news of the murders, if any. And I was right. I braced myself to know how he murdered them this time. " Damon Michelle, a new victim to the unnatural murders found dead in his house at 5pm after he came home from a visit to his family. The last two murders proved that the victims were injected with a substance that'd made them go berserk and unfortunately, shred their own flesh into pieces. The same substance was found inside Damon Michelle's body who had the same unfortunate fate. Further research on the substance proved that it takes approximately

"From now on, you are the prime suspect in Chester Paget's murder!" Eleanor said as she leaned on the table with both arms, her sharp gaze drilling into me. "The lab results are out. We found sleeping pills in his bloodstream! Aren't these Diazepams yours? Tell me, why did you murder your husband?" I froze for a moment before abruptly standing, my emotions spiraling out of control as I shouted, "That's impossible! This bottle contains Carbamazepine!

After a while, the internet finally stopped talking about me. But then, a random comment brought everything back. Arcadezwade: The day my grandma passed, I saw this really wide-eyed, pretty girl buying a burial plot. She looked about my age. I overheard her telling the salesperson that she was buying it for herself. She said she wanted the quietest place possible to lay herself to rest. She’s still so young. I hope she changes her mind. Attached to the comment was a blurry photo. Even though the picture was of poor quality, my figure was still recognizable.