Die With A Smile Writer Novels & Stories

All the plans they made together will never be accomplished, nothing will be fulfilled. "I'm coming May, I'll be with you soon." He whispered. And for the very first time in a while, he smiled. The thought of dying seems so appealing to him, this is the only way he could be with May again so why wouldn't he be more than willing to give up his life, after all, there's no meaning to his life without May in it.

Stacy was in control of Prince's company and the kids also got their massive share from his will. Before Prince died, he let out a cry and said, "Father, I hope you'll be proud of me now because for once I decided to be good and it led to my doom. Mother, I have finally become the son you wanted me to be even though I caused your death. Goodbye earth. My moment with you was dramatic." At that moment, he was executed. Queen wrote a book about him several years later and it was a bestseller. It made over 100 million sales worldwide and inspired people to be good.

I wanted to make her smile… but even in death, I couldn’t. My body feels cold, heavy. Blood keeps pouring out of me like a broken keg. My vision blurs. Elio… please don’t be too sad. A single burning tear slips down my cheek. “I’m sorry…” I whisper, voice barely a breath. Then I see her stir. Thank the goddess… She's fine. A faint smile tugs at my lips. Maybe in another lifetime, that smile I fell in love with will be meant for me.

Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell," "Of course you do," he says wrapping his arms around my shoulders before waving to Mika and snapping us back to the Ocean. "Aw look at them," Hera gushes I elbow Death while he's off guard and he immediately lets go of me leaning against the wall, "That was unnecessary," "You do not need to hug me," I reply, although I slightly miss the warmth he provided me "Yeah, okay, let's pretend like you didn't like it," He replies with the rise of an eyebrow

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

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.

Try as I might, I cannot suppress my shudder. "I've got to be honest," he says, his voice eerily cheerful. "Breaking you is going to be fun." I'm going to die here. The last thing I'm going to see in this life is this hateful man's smiling face. I know in the marrow of my bones, I'll probably beg for that death long before it's granted. His smile widens as he sees I understand. He raises a single eyebrow and holds up the token again. "Tell me why you have this."

She smiled, and it was the smile of someone completing a task they’d been meaning to get to. “Time to die.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

As I sat in the chair across from Sienna and watched her grow thinner and thinner from the torment… I finally did just that and started laughing. As she looked at me in shock, I raised my hand to wipe away the tears of laughter from the corner of my eye and replied, "Sienna, I suddenly realized that I don't hate you anymore. I initially wanted to tear you and Adrian to pieces when I died in my past life. "But I realized that my revenge would be sweeter if I let you suffer my so-called happiness firsthand. That way, you would see for yourself if there was much happiness in my old life. Sienna, you'd better get ready to act like the real Leola.