Die Inside Novels & Stories

She was trapped in a narrow space, and she could smell something rotting. She tried to feel around. She soon realized that she was squeezed tightly, and there wasn't much space for her to move around. Soon, she figured out where she was. She was in the trunk of a car. For some reason, she suddenly thought about how Jodie died. Jodie was strangled to death before getting tossed into the ocean. She was only discovered when her body was distorted from all the swelling. "Is it my turn now?" Olivia wondered. She must have provoked the mastermind by working at Miller Group. They wanted to end this game prematurely, so they decided to attack her on the day of Ethan's engagement ceremony.

After I switched bodies with my driver, I ended up trapped in the body of an overweight, unattractive man everyone looked down on. My sister Joanne Harper and my fiancée, Serena Lane, did everything they could to find a way to switch us back. Joanne hired an exorcist and even gave her own blood for the ritual. Serena climbed three thousand icy steps to a remote mountaintop chapel in the middle of a blizzard, dropping to her knees in prayer every few steps. But Julian Brown, now living in my body, looked at them pitifully. “My romance system says we can only switch back if both of you truly fall in love with me.” From that day on, Joanne appeared to indulge his every whim, buying him sp

Why would there be a cemetery inside a forest? He stepped inside and started looking around. Soon he realized that it had tombstones only of the Astley family. All the ancestors as far as they had known. As he walked forward, he could look at the recent ones. He realized the pattern and ran towards the end. As he had thought, he saw the tombstone of the last leader. Louis Astley. It was written that he had passed away 6 years ago. He started looking around it. He saw the tombstone of Catherine Astley as well, she had passed away with him. Ryan didn’t know how they had died but knew that it had something to do with the Scotts. But he couldn’t ask them anything; he was just an employee for the

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.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

A small locked medication safe she cannot crack in six minutes. She takes what she can. Not everything. Everything is greed. Greed is heavy. Heavy is slow. Slow is dead. The smoke thickens. LUS says, Exit recommended. "Bag half full." Exit strongly recommended. “Fine.” She grabs two more boxes, fine has always been a flexible word, then backs toward the door. A third dead body slams into the stockroom entrance from the shop floor, burning at one shoulder. Maya stares. "That's new." Combustion hazard.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

"Irving? I killed him. I threw his body into the sea to feed the sharks. "Aren't you all in love with him? Don't you all want to marry him? Too bad for you. Your wish will never come true. Come on! Kill me and avenge him!" Natalia's eyes turned bloodshot. She drove the knife straight into my chest. I collapsed limply onto the floor. Just as my consciousness was about to fade, I heard Irving's voice coming from the front garden. "Why is everyone here? What perfect timing. I bought some pastries. Ah! Why is there so much blood here?"

I pretended not to hear him and focused on breathing evenly, as if asleep. He laughed softly and adjusted the wide straw hat over my face. “Chloe,” Don Shaw said quietly, “you can’t keep running forever.” The courtyard fell silent again. Only the wind. Only the distant hush of water beyond the cliffs. Just as sleep began to pull me under, his voice came again—calm, almost casual. “I just received word. Zane Carter may have discovered the staged death.”