Novel & Cerita Die With A Smile Writer

he said with a smile. I looked at him in surprise but he just smiled at me. Theo smiled at me. I died right then and there.

The alpha smirked. I looked at DeLorna and smiled. By now it was already turning to ashes as my body faded away. "Goodbye," I muttered. "And you. He'll be back for you," I smiled as my whole body turned to ashes drifting away with the wind. . . . ......

Katherine’s lips curved faintly, the ghost of a smile without humor. “At the face of death,” she said softly, “the human brain works at its peak.” For a moment, silence wrapped around us again, thicker this time. I studied her face, the steadiness in her gaze, the way her fingers rested loosely on the table instead of clenching or trembling. She wasn’t lying, at least not entirely. Something in her composure made me smile, an acknowledgment, almost grateful, that she understood exactly where she stood. “Yes,” I murmured, leaning back in my seat, letting the chair creak under the shift of my weight. “At the face of death.” The words tasted rich on my tongue, and the corner of my mouth lifted

I looked at him when I heard him chuckle. "Worse than that!" I replied. He chuckled while fixing my hair. "I am ready... If I have to die someday then I'll prefer to die from your hands..." He smiled and it irked me. Why is he smiling? Stop smiling! "Then I promise that you will die from my hands" I gritted and got up from his body. I stumbled on my way before walking towards the washroom. "At least learn to walk properly first then try to kill me, I am not going anywhere..."

Theo's eyes lit up when he saw Jax. He paid no mind to his bleeding wounds and stumbled over to try to hug Jax. However, Jax deftly avoided him, leaving him to tumble onto the floor. "Are you the one disturbing my mother?" Jax questioned. Theo looked stupefied. "What are you talking about, little pup? I'm your father!" Jax's expression remained neutral as he said, "Please watch what you say. My father is dead. He died when he allowed someone else to set a fire and hurt my mother."

The night Helen Kerr's first love proposes, I stand on the 33rd-floor terrace, holding my terminal stomach cancer diagnosis. Through the glass, I watch the man drop to one knee. They exchange rings, and she slides the ring meant for me onto his finger. I stay hidden outside in the excruciating pain, refusing to ruin their moment. Then Helen spots me. There is no panic or guilt, just pure disgust in her eyes. She sneers, gestures toward the ledge, and mouths through the window, "Jump, if you're gonna jump. Stop acting just to ruin my night. If you actually die, maybe I'll believe you." Right then, the last flicker of life in me goes dark. I look at the woman I've loved for a decade and

he said in a soft voice, and gave her a teasing smile. The sadness in her eyes suddenly turned into happiness. She smiled with her cheeks flushed. She was so happy she couldn't hide it from him. He pretended to be happy watching her smile. "Smile while you can. Soon you will become a dead body," he said in his mind.

The news hit Mom hard, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her fingers trembled against the doorknob. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Only after a long moment did she snap back to reality. Her eyes were bloodshot as she rasped hoarsely, “What did you just say? Who’s dead? Daisy? No, that’s impossible… That girl is tough. There’s no way she’d die!” The police fell silent for a moment, looking at her with sympathy.

I smiled and still had my eyes closed. That was when I saw Derrick smiling and teasing me on his couch at his club. We were smiling and laughing and spending time together. I knew if I was going to die tonight. I wanted to remember the time we were together. I had a big smile with tears in my eyes. I love you, Derrick Jefferson.” Goodbye.” I said with my eyes closed and with a sad smile on my face. Because this is the last image I will have when I die. Derrick smiling at me in my mind.

the intercom announced, "THE HOLLOW CATHEDRAL! Where faith is tested and prayers go unanswered! Please review the rules carefully!" A screen descended, showing rules in blood-red text. But before I could read them, Mia squeezed my hand. I looked at her. She was smiling—really smiling. Not the tired, scared smile she'd worn since the Sandman. A real smile. Full of hope and determination and something else I couldn't quite name. "What?" I asked. "I'm glad I died," she said. "Is that weird?" "Extremely."