Die Trying Novels & Stories

I am the woman who handed Domenico the fuse and watched him refuse to light it, and I am running now to light it myself. My hands are steady. They are the steadiest part of me. The rest of me is shaking, a fine tremor that runs from my shoulders down to my knees, but my hands on the page are still. I read the code again. I read the initial. I read the date and the authorization line and the signature that ties Don Tobia Armenise to the death of his own nephew, and I close the ledger and hold it against my chest and I breathe.

Would you like to continue your mission? I was stunned to hear the system say that, and I stared at my mother with bewildered eyes. Despite that, I still shook my head. "No." Loving someone was far too exhausting. Besides, I had already spent twenty-six years loving four women with everything I had. "System, kill me. I'm exhausted. I only want to sleep." I closed my eyes and waited, but the electric shock I was expecting never came. Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

She screamed as she shuddered from the full force of the pain. This must be what dying felt like, she thought. This was not how her life was supposed to end, she thought wistfully. She spared a prayer for her parents and her soul before she took solace in the darkness that beckoned to her. * * * “It is done.” Nick said somberly. “Let's get out of here. Take Dani, we don't have a lot of time.” Trent and Oz solemnly obeyed him. * * *

“It isn’t that you almost got run over by a cab, is it?” “It isn’t.” “Or that you slipped and almost fell into a sewage.” I rolled my eyes. “How is that anything remotely close to a near death experience?” “Falling into a sewage? That’s the worst kind of death. Haven’t you heard of Darcy's cat who died after falling into a sewage near that auto garage downtown?” “No. And I would probably know if I knew who this Darcy was.” “Well go on then. I’m dying to know. What is this near death experience?”

And death. “It’s just comfort,” Speedy said. He was alert that night, an unusual change from his drooling, incontinent self. Mykel thought about candles and about how they burned brightest just before they went out. “I don’t know if Woods would approve.” “Just half an hour. Help me walk in. I’m weak. She’s scared. The little one’s dying.” “Look, you should be resting.” “I’ll rest when I’m dead, boy,” Speedy said, letting go of Mykel’s arm. “And you’ll rest too someday. ‘Til then, let us live. No woman should cry alone in the night, not on Christmas.”

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Why am I suddenly thinking about him? “Someone’s coming”, the small voice in my head informs. I turn to the door as my assistant, Alex, a handsome thirty-year-old bachelor bursts in. The look on his face tells me that whatever he’s about to say to me is far from good. Alex stares at me undecidedly. “Speak”, I mumbled, returning to picking up the broken glass. “I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.”

"You need to come back now. There really were intruders. Your mom and Theodore were both hurt!" Jessica let out a scornful laugh. "Fine, fine. I'll save them after watching the meteor shower with Wilson. Besides, it's not a serious injury. Theodore's not going to die from it. " She hung up after that. Amelia wasn't going to give up. She tried calling again, but the cold automated voice replied, "The number you dialed is currently powered off." I wasn't surprised. I had long since stopped expecting anything from a sister that heartless.

How could a dead person have pushed her? However, Dad believed her. He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around Ms. Ritter. "Don't cry, I'm here. I won't let him bully you anymore," he said as he patted her back. I froze abruptly and stared at Dad in a daze. He looked at my body lying on the floor with disgust. "Since he's so determined to play dead and get out of donating blood, then I won't cover for him either. Get back every drop that was spilled—insert the needle and draw his blood again. Let's see how much longer he can keep up this act!"

She added but I didn’t say anything. “she right.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me, Death. “You too?” I ask. “Give me that little guy.” He said and cruch down to take War. “He is dying.” He said that made Peace and I looked at each other frowning then looked at him. “What?” I am confused. “Devren is dying, I found his body---” he said like it’s nothing that made my eyes wide. “F*ck.” I said and stood up and ran away towards my car.